an open field of constellations, she
wanders through them with care so as to not
disrupt their nightly evening chatters and
with her every stride, whispers fill the air,
muffled secrecy, stories of those who
mistakenly crossed into her abyss,
lost and forgotten curiosity
await the fate of her companions and
yet somehow i am enamored of her
in our ocean of stars, i am but one
who hears her lullabies of loneliness
reserved for whoever accepts them, she
left alone in her family of pairs
waits a miracle that will never be
basically i wrote this sonnet for my astronomy course about black holes and was pleased with how it turned out