What do stars think, standing beyond life,
Could they dream of a day to come, dominated by night,
Could they see what we've lost, or hidden from plain sight,
Could they reveal obscured thoughts, by a mere adjustment of light,
Could they even think of dying, when the end draws ever near,
Could they think of being gone, from another whose so dear,
Could they cry, when life forces them to sink.....
Who knows, the question still remains;
What if stars could think?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem