The stars shine in their splendor
whispering low, their ancient mystery.
Dazzling, and bejeweled, oh what a sight!
Like diamonds spread on black velvet
Amazed, I drink in their beauty,
I only wish it could be every single night!
Could it be wishful thinking?
In the quiet stillness of the night
when one can feel the creator’s mysterious power.
Magnetizing and energizing,
I feel it in the air, like a sacred prayer.
But then, I am but reminded
that the silent observer is more them than I.
In all their majesty,
They watch our souls take of in dreamless flight,
as we merge into the Milky Way, like a golden ray.
Iridescent light of golden bliss,
an ever starry midnight kiss.
Crossing paths with our mortal souls
entwined forever, through our heart.