The Night And Her Train Of Stars. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

The night and her train of stars,
looked blissfully over you and I.
The dark blue velvet sky,
with its twinkling dots of gold,
was something to be in awe of,
and had stories to be told.

Of planets conjuncting at times.
Of eclipses coming alive.
Of moons being full or new.
Of star constellations that grew.

The night and her train of stars,
Shines a protective light on us.
Guiding us on our way,
no matter where we may.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
Painting: Night and her train of stars by Edward Robert Hughes (1912) .