Stars shimmer in the ink-black sky,
A cosmic dance, a lullaby,
Eyes upturned, to heavens we glance,
In the universe's eternal expanse.

They're like dreams in the night's embrace,
Glimmers of hope, a guiding grace,
Diamonds scattered on cosmic thread,
A story of life, when they're overhead.

Oh, the beauty of stars that gleam,
Each a wish, a whispered dream,
Twinkling secrets in the night,
A canvas of wonder, pure and bright.

With constellations as stories told,
Ancient myths in the skies unfold,
They remind us of worlds unknown,
Infinite mysteries, yet to be shown.

A celestial ballet, they perform,
Upon the Earth's edge, they adorn,
like a necklace of pearl or twinkling
stones,
Guiding the sailors, the lovers, and the poets too,
Stars are always there, a connection between me and you.