Long ere creation spurn
The stars shone in the heavens,
Billions of years they have burned
To musing eyes
Who stare endlessly at the spectrum.
A saltant star flickers into the night
Silently ululating for its space,
Glinting, candent the powerful light,
Although a millions of miles away,
Its touch brilliantly bright.
The ebbing of its glow
Skirrs pass the shadowing night,
Mystifying the dwarf star eyes below
Where wishes are made upon,
As a dying star enters time's black hole.
wishes are made, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Stars are born, have a life and die, and our sun will die also. Interesting write.