Do Not Despise The Night Poem by Brian Merski

Do not despise the night
For its cold touch and feeble light
As with it comes a thousand stars
All shining faintly from afar

Yet, countless beam from far away
So dim against the coming day
That a tiny star with softest glow-
Goes unseen and lies unknown

And the next night it shines its last
No one caring it had passed

But maybe that star shined just as bright
To other eyes with other sights
Where our star dims against the day
Its power humble far away

Where our star might be the softest glow-
That goes unseen and lies unknown

And if our star shined its last,
Who then could care for how it passed?

Do not despise the night
For it's cold touch and sunless light
Fills a sky with stars just as bright