The universe shivers and shakes with silence

No stars pierce the blackness of this night

It must begin, as most things do, with violence

And suddenly, they ooze out: beads of light

They twinkle and glimmer and sparkle and scream

Are they alive? Are they a part of me?

I’d like to think so. I, too, long to gleam

As they do, blanketed and soft in their sea

As more and more stars are carved in the air

The red sky grows fuller, brimming with light

I craved them but now I am lost in their glare

I will never again have the same perfect night

Here is the moral: the stars stay with me

As I move endlessly through the galaxy

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