Stars like jewels in deep, dark pools
Shimmering at the stroke of midnight
In the distance and the silence
That will outlast us
Stars drawing pictures in the sky
Above the ancient mountains
Like empty arms and silent music
Hinting at the mysteries of the blossoms
Falling to the Earth like light
Beginning the journey of a thousand footsteps
Across the distant stepping stones of heaven
And Across the endless years of time
Stars spreading out the destinations in the skies
And spreading out the furthest reaches of the blue
And spreading out the dreams of the dreaming trees
In the deep sleep of the depths of winter
Stars dancing the dance of darkness
And lighting the clouds above the moonlit oceans
Tracing out the shapes of faces
And whispering something in the sacred silence
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Author Notes
In this poem, I tried to capture the mysteriousness of the night sky, the mysterious and timeless feel of it; the constellations, trying to tell their stories of love and challenge and hope and loss; the mysterious silence of it, the awe inspiring immensity of it. Space is older than we are, and the distances in it are beyond what we can fathom; and in all that, our imagination runs wild. estory
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