Poetry, the Stars; and whatever Space lies between

Voice For the Stars

                                                                              What is a Star?

Can one Star shine so bright;

as to keep burning on

to forever watch the precious Night?

                                                                                                                                         And what of the lonely

                                                                                                                  Clouds? Who, too, share the skies

                                                                                                                                               Closer to You and I,

                                                                                                                                             But only passing by?

                                                                     One Star stands up tall.

And It is the brightest.

Though it is the only;

That is only

Since, for

By comparison, what could spark much more

Than that one single Star;

The only one visible from afar.

                                                                                           

                                                                              Everlasting is this Star

                                                                                As I am sitting down.

                                                                                           

                                                                            But now I'm stood up tall,

                                                                             It is nowhere to be found.

Enraptured by Its Light,

I begin to build a Ship.

In the image of Its noble form,

Designed to last a trip-

One which shall last long;