In the Cleveland Museum of Art stands a small white stone statue, no taller than three inches, of a woman with her head held back as if she is staring into the sky. It is the oldest representation of the human form in their collection and has been labeled by the curator, "The Stargazer."

Ancient stargazer, eyes raised and fixed fast,
searching skies in still and stony silence
for timeless answers as centuries pass
among the vastness of the firmaments -
as the stars meander across your view,
to your infinite patience do they yield
some wondrous wisdom known only to you,
some hidden knowledge to us not revealed?

Have your eyes the ages' secrets captured?
Is that omniscience in your steady gaze?
Or are you by twinkling light enraptured
as heavenly candles most beauteously blaze?
If beauty be truth as the poets claim,
is it truth you've beheld in each flickering flame?