Poem #9

Stars (9)

Shimmering, shining, splendid,
Beautiful, glittering, twinkling,
Wonderful, magnificent, bright,
High above the sky,
In their realm of space,
Floating like balls of light;
Some wonder, some say why,
How they always be in place,
High above, yet not out of sight,
For they always come out at night,
To guide the way,
To show the path,
To lead not away,
To illuminate knowledge,
Many men have glanced at them over the years,
But the mystery still remains the same.

Always in their season of time,
Having a music of rhyme,
They shimmer with their light,
They can guide us in the night,
Lasting beyond the age of men,
They are forever eternal.