Ode to Star

The stars, my Darling, behave like fools
caught in a staring contest
and none of them lose

For what do they exist
beside the aesthetic pleasure of our sight?
Do they serve any other purpose
other than lighting up the night?

Our dark and infinite cloak of sky
is sprinkled with shining fairies:
each has lost its wings to fly

Slowly burning each sweet death
with weight upon their shoulders
and I’m sure movement might be nice
to dodge the flaming cosmic boulders

Dance with the moon sweet star!
Break free from conformity,
reach beyond your furthest far!

I cry for these stars, my Darling
for each one has its fixed place
and the sun will surely come soon
and, from our eyes, the stars erased.