A Star Watched Fan Fare. Poem by Michael Gale

Sparkling gems and diamonds, of the night sky...
Winking back to me.

They are my travelling mates above my tent...
Forever, staring down at me.

They send out free light for me, to read by...
Light with a feeling of warmth and non-aloneness, in the sky.

Always will i have their company, without a favor or charge...
No bill, like from a cable company or car insurance fee.

They are free...
From God, to you or me.