In the quietness of the night
These stars, they speak to me.
Glitter with sorrow and delight
They remind me
Of past, the dead present.
When all was not pleasant.
The moon with its waning crescent
Some loss and some descent.
Life and its lows
But time still it flows
With its dims and blurs.
You want to sit down, relax
But it spurs
In the right direction.
The direction of time.
Where all is but sublime.
These dots they show
Switch off, then glow!