Celestial beings stare down at us every night,
Some may say that they are nocturnal:
The stars.

As holy and magic as they are,
They have a lot of stress to hold,
Telling the future,
Controlling relationships,
Making us who we are.

So much responsibility,
For a tiny ray of light,
Visible only with clear skies.

Bodies of magic form together,
Stars are never alone,
Because they form a bond,
To form a story.

And sometimes they won't form the correct way,
Making it hard for a cancer one day,
But, hey, maybe that means it's an Aquarius' luck day.
Today my brother might find a soulmate,
And I might find a whole in my bank account.
This month will be good,
But watch out,
Hardships may be coming soon.

I wonder what the stars were thinking,
That chilly tenth month,
When a libra and a taurus came together.
Maybe I'll go back to check my horoscope.