In all of our short lives we love to see
Mysterious stars in clear and shining skies.
That they are wonderful we all agree.
While still alive, late in the afternoon
We wait to see in a coming cloudless night
Numerous stars near a new or fuller moon.
We stare at stars revealed in many flares
What are these stars? How do they come to shine?
And how do they stare at us, like birds and bears?
Are there more stars, shedding a light more pure
In a hidden universe beyond our sight?
In endless guessing how can we be sure?
How long have stars and skies been what they are?
There is, of course, another endless query:
Is there eternal life upon some star?
Some think so, some more do not believe it.
Unnumbered billions, now no longer living
Died on our starlit earth, grieving to leave it!