Stargazers

We stare, transfixed, at the glittering stars

Like the mages of old;

We follow where they would lead us -

To no new king

But maybe a new scene -

As we stare adoringly,

Reflected in our eyes

Is the twinkle-twinkle-flash

Of their artificial radiance…

 

We stare, awestruck

At their heavenly bodies

Matchless in their grace, their poise, their beauty

Moulded with the precision

Of a surgeon’s knife

Perfect, almost, to our adoring eyes

Peering at them through our lens -

As Galileo once did -

Fingers always outstretched

Everyone dreams of touching a star…

 

All around these little suns

The world seems to revolve

Though some are little more than shooting stars

Streaks in the night sky

Why do they fascinate us so?

Earthbound man has ever looked

For something to worship

Even now he still believes

That all that glitters

Is a god.

 

He used to look to the night sky

For guidance, for answers…

Now he just turns on his television

And tunes in to the latest news

Celestial celebrities

Larger many times than life

And the full scope of the horror is -

Though they may not believe in horoscopes

They live and breathe and swear by their stars -

In them, they are beliebers…