The Stars

The Stars

In a peculiar aura of magic,
The stars shine down on me.
Will they light the way and
Show me where I want to be?
Our future, they may hold,
But I don’t think that’s true.
They’re there to be admired,
Bring wonder and to behold.

In amazement I stand,
With my head hanging back,
And in awe I marvel,
At what’s shining right back.
The clear crisp sky holds our prayers.
With it, we share our secrets
And of what we are scared.
The magic of the sky holds the present,
Not the future of our lives.
The biggest question is,
What is out there,
Alive?