At last

The stars are the fading eyes

of gods we lost so long ago,

peering into our hearts and homes

through searing heat and raging snow.

Staring down at us on Earth

they laugh with twinkles in their eyes,

as we stumble about through congrete jungles

obsessed with our nine to fives.

Oh it is only alone outside

when you have left the city far behind,

that you can look up into the night sky above

and see a relfection of your mind.

They shine so far and so warm

that even the coldest heart may soften,

so please at night tilt your head up

and appreciate the stars more often.