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