Starlit Veil

The stars above, like lanterns softly hung,

Burn steady in the cradle of the night.

Their silver glow, a hymn too faint to sing,

Spills over hills in waves of quiet light. Each pinpoint gleams, a beacon far from reach,

Its story locked in cold, celestial flame.

I scan the dark, but answers never breach,

The sky’s expanse is silent, all the same. The Milky Way, a river carved in sparks,

Meanders through the void, serene, aloof.

Its currents pull, yet leave me in the dark,

A wanderer beneath its boundless roof. These stars align, their patterns tease the eye,

Yet hold their truths where I can never see.

I stand below, entranced by night’s design,

And miss the words they whisper quietly.