Sitting on stairways
Listening to the air waves,
He sits on the stairways
As he stares away
Into the furthest constellations.

He questions divine creations,
'Did God make the stars,
Or was it always ours?
Do the specks of light
That lit up holes into the night
To assemble shapes of kite
Just to build a bit of beauty
Dream a drab of duty
Into our world?'

With stars,
Comes people to admire them,
Who aspire to them,
And we are left thinking,
As we sit with a sinking-
feeling while sitting on stairways
Sitting on stairways
as we stare away
into the night skies
loving the night light.