Starry Night

Stars are burning balls of gas in outer space, but they mean something, don't they? This poem shows my perspective of what they could mean.

I looked into the starry night,

One million stars each casting light.

A star for every light I’ve lit,

A star for every battle I’ve won.

A star for every scar I carry,

A star for every fight I’ve lost.

One million stars each casting light,

Upon the darkness of the night.

A star for every person lost,

As they look upon our dreary souls,

Remembering a time when they roamed the lands,

A time full of joy and adventure.

One million stars each casting light,

Upon the darkness of the night.

Singing long lost tunes of forgotten songs.

Washed away by the dreary souls of the living.