The Star


A gleam in the span of northern night
On snow-crust fields pours winter light
Afar past the clouds in the sea beyond
Lay the stars we have heaped our wishes on
Points in the cosmic weave of all
Guides from that sea with a siren call
Hopes spawned of them, that we ever reach
And the worlds which they warm we ever seek
A star in the black, what a lovely thing
A firey wonder which stirs up dream
Are we alone gazing upwards, into them? 
To distant eyes of our starborn kin
How they swirl in the dust of a billion years
How they move in the dance of brilliant spheres
Each sings it's name for electric ears
And cries its light with the hottest tears

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