Stars Poem by dave lessard

Stars are hot, or stars are cold,
like people that I know;
some are dark and gloomy,
some of them just glow!

Stars fall out heaven,
their light just seems to die;
gone from the sparkling night,
we stare and wonder why.

Stars are shining jewels,
cast on the velvet night;
we gaze, two-star crossed lovers,
at their appealing sight.

Stars surround the bleached-out moon,
to keep it company;
the planets hover close,
in sweet serenity.

Stars are lost, or they are found,
like people that I know;
some fighting against life,
some going with the flow.