Stars Poem by Amelia Patterson

The cold, winter night sky;
A warming blanket provided by God.
Those lights
Wink at me,
With a silent delight.

I can only stare in wonder,
At beings beyond my reach.
This floor upon which I stand,
Holds me.
Keeps me, from smelling
Truth.

This land,
In which a mere thought twists reality.
Truth and false truth mix,
And form
A body
In which we inhabit.

There, upon the light,
I can truly find with certainty,
What keeps stars warm,
As they stare into
Frozen bodies.