The stars are talkative tonight
Some more than others
Some listen
Some bursting out the topic
A gathering of the affluent
The eloquent, the shy,
The lunar host looms over
All the guests have arrived
Bleached in splendour
Pale shimmers
The night lulls their sense of adventure
Stagnant full of charm, they sway,
As if posing for a portrait,
Some fall
And fools make wishes
They were never invited
Guardians chase
Who try to place an ear on Heaven's door
Spy on the Angels
Steal a truth for soothsayers,
A thousand lies astride
They were never invited
This astral design
Could cure incredulity
How they exhaust the sky
Sequins without sequence
Scattered pearls
Let loose from their string
Shattered across the night
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