Sonnet 10, All The Stars Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All the stars, coming in so close at sight,
When dusk is here in the darkest hour;
They shine so strongly with their faraway light,
Where does their glistening get its power?
I will gaze at lights, when moments are dark,
To understand why they are all out there;
Why some shine bright and others lose spark,
And why we can look to them down from here.
In silent hours these moments are fine,
And comfort my heart with exciting thrill;
I hope they may onward eternally shine,
And keep precious moments so quiet and still.
Like the stars, we all have our moments too,
Which shine or lose glimmer, in the sky blue.