The moon holds up the sky
on silver serving tray
stars circle together
gaining no comfort
from one another
finding only darkness
behind
and
in between.

So much space

Lonely stars

Aren't they long dead
before
we see them?
Their life and
substance gone

scattered

Only shadows
of their souls remain
piercing
holes in the sky.

Images on the screen
where
the moon serves up
the night.