Of the Stars

Hazy against the heat of the night

They flicker in the distance.

Their light is a sacrifice

For time is vast and we do not know of the fate of such things

But we are of the stars

Even though our light is small, our gravity pitiful

We are the children though we do not know how to bloom forth sometimes

The stars look down, their death far away

And we comforted for it is a force we cannot

Comprehend

Mirroring love

For it does not care for titles or time or the future

It does not care for logic or reason or the cruel hand of reality

Love is as the stars.

Vast, distant and calm, a force of violent beauty, and within and without us.