stars
dance around in twilight
a few points on Nyx’s blanket
incomprehensible yet
sought to be understood
but neither wonder nor courage
can capture the essence of
their immortal shine
stars
their luminescence a perpetual comfort
their presence an eternal gaze yet
their longevity a reminder that
our time spent curiously probing is
just a second in their eon
their time is not ours and
still we look on
stars
on the edge of the galaxy
have already lived their lives
and faded into oblivion
our witness of their glory
an elegy to the past
time itself a warped cycle
of dreamy slumber and starry imagination
