-The stars in the sky have done nothing, -Nothing, I think, to deserve their immortalization in verse -They are the gas lamps still burning -From the Universe’s Victorian Anglophile phase -Old lights we haven’t looked at long enough -To make them fade away
-The stars are dull and distant -And yellowed with age -When you step out to confide in them -On a clear Winter’s night -And instead find yourself starstruck -To be surrounded by shattered sky -Collapsed at your feet and dazzling only for you -And the deer -Picking through this fallen snow -In quiet meditation
-Maybe the snow dazzles only for them -It knows your heart looks skyward