Perched on my porch
I peep at the stars
scattered over the blackened sky
shimmering and twinkling on their accord
so far and still feel so nigh
so far away from our limited reach
I can only glimpse, never pry.
Long enough they have flavored the heavens
Only witnesses of our past
Shinning in shapes and figures myriad
In our lives, their shadows cast.
All of these words, true or trifles
I am sorry I can’t grant,
Its nice to see their scintillating beauty
So I came up with this chant.