Singing For Stars
These skybound eyes gaze after stars,
Who swirl across the deep night sky.
Oh glimmer diamonds from afar!
And revel, sparkle as you fly!
So fair, these forms within the night,
As bulls and hares and hunters bold.
Who else has power that’s this bright?
Who’s made of ancient, proven gold?
To sing for them is what I pray,
Although to them, I’m but a speck
I, earthbound, am, below, away.
But what else was there to expect?
The void is infinite, so much!
A vacuum lacking shape and time,
It never ends. And thus is such--
A poem with eternal rhyme.
