Truth

I saw the stars.

I saw the stars

And they were beautiful.

They looked like a shimmering blanket;

Like dew drops on a spider’s web;

A collection of jewels on something

That feels unseen.

There were so many

It felt paramount over the darkness around it:

Even though I saw only a fraction of those gems in the night,

They seemed so there,

They seemed like they would never go away,

At least,

Not without, perhaps, even more beautiful light

Than they had ever given off in their life.

Yes,

They looked like silver beads,

Thrown up into the sky

Without any care to gravity,

And if you squint and pretend,

You can see the thread that holds them all together.

I saw the stars, I did,

And they were beautiful.