Message From The Stars

I could look at the stars and never tire,

Perplexed by their light, their gas burning fire. The air is crisp and the sky is clear,

When the stars above, suddenly appear. 

The night is silent and the stars they shine, as I stare curiously, from this chair of mine. They speak to me through a flicker, dots of morse code. And tell tales, of being stars of no fixed abode. "We travel through space and never stop burning, 

Until our time has come and our clock hands stop turning. We've seen many people, who have never taken the time,

To look up at us Stars and hear our words of rhyme. A life is special and of love should be full, as there are those who live lives, so dark and dull. We shine the best we can, with our humble lighting. While down there, people continue the fighting. If you all took this moment, to marvel at us stars,

there would be some peace for a moment, less death pain and scars. 

                    

   By Paul Broughall.