Stars

Flecks of white,

Start to dot the sky,

As the sun sets

And Venus, the Morning Star,

Begins to rise.

One by one,

Planets and constellations alike appear.

Galaxies and supernovas,

Near pinpricks of light to the human eye.

Stories of swans or ravens,

A virgin, two bears,

Lovers in the night sky-

Stories passed down,

From generation to generation.

Wishes on a floating comet,

Truly thousands of miles away-

And look!

Something among the stars,

That wasn't there before.

Lights of blue and red and yellow,

That move and swarm on their own accord.

Not clearly something manmade-

Something made,

In a desperate attempt,

To reach what will never be ours.

There are shouts from the ground,

Cries of "Look! There in the sky!"

Before the lights are there no more,

And only the planets,

And stars,

And more remain.

Milky pinpricks of soft light,

Millennia away,

And yet,

Here all the same.