Up above the stars are whispering
cold and glowing
bright and knowing.
~
They know the words
of the ancient song,
the words she sang
the words she thought
the words she buried in the wind.
~
They know the plain,
they know its loss,
they know the stone so still and silent,
know the voices that once echoed,
the crumbling wall
the lilting towers,
They know the castle that once stood.
~
And thought they know of all this sadness
still they shine
and do not weep
for they are the stars that do not sleep.
