The stars at night are a blissfull sight.
Tells a story of all creations light.
The beginning and end in waves,
Consider the way they rave.
Stars breath for every sight,
A undieing light at night.
Until they are lost and crave
Like a reflecting dancing rave.
A souls moving flight
No more ways to light
beneath the mass darkness grave
Of light or darkness enslave.
Lost mass upon the stars forsight,
Dancing to be blind by night.
Stars and night both embrave
To be lost as and become a slave.
Yet ripple through the shadows and lights,
So blissfull are their sights.
Shining in the nights enclave,
Beaming for hope and brave.