Night Sky

Stars aglow in the night sky Pass so quietly by, Is it us or them Who return again? We to see And they to stay, Or possibly tis The other way. And who Really sees who, In the night so dark Filled with the deepest blue? If the moon Never again shines, Could it be a sign Of the end-times? Or just a loss of sight On my part? The result of losing (with cynicism) The natural vision of wonder, in the human heart. For to see magic In the moon and stars, Is to truly look Deep and far... Not simply in a night sky, Rather into the soul, Where all good things Freely come and go. Even if the stars no longer shown In my little night sky for to see, Ever, I'd keep returning Looking; I for they... and they for me.