Little pinpricks of stars long gone, the
last moment saved on your features
burning in the night, flickering in memory
of those long faded into oblivion.

The moon with white glimmer awakens
your essence in breath, and you show that
even though gone every night they burn
bright a wonderment for all perceptions.

"Twinkle upon the darkness,
"Shine you luminous giver,
"Be a guide where no lucent shines,
"My lighthouse of natures light,

People dance among there flight, feeling
there ever so gentle heated glow, a universe
gliding before there eyes. Then they blink
and the universe is again shimmering  above.