Hallowed Stars In Circulation Tonight... Poem by Brett White

Hallowed Stars in circulation tonight,
Softly sing their Immortal Soliloquies
Upon us all below. Alive and bright,
Not knowing Pain nor Fright, your tranquil ease
Shall drift and bathe us all in Perfect Light.
Dull pain shall stay hidden, and forever
We shall treasure the Infinity of Now.
Antares, Brightly Bleeding, and so clever -
Shall not eclipse the Beauty which does somehow
Inflame the skies, despite all of the lies
Below: which dare not rise past the surface
Of the clouds. Shrouded in your mysteries,
Time consumes us like it was a furnace.
Pity not your yesterdays once again,
Through pain we fulfill our own Divine Plan.