The Secret of the Stars.

THE SECRET OF THE STARS. As the day draws to dusk, and day, nears its end, Night’s curtain slowly begins to fall, I watch the horizon, for the first, Silent sentinels, to call. As the night is enveloped into darkness, They, many fold, begin to appear, Some so vary far, yet some so near. They glow, incandescently, flickering, Like a candle flame in the breeze, There call, illuminating, in the vast expanse, So alive, they sway, These astral giants seem to dance. Longingly, I reach out to touch them, To know them, and to know, why, Yet silent they remain, as ever unanswering, Distant, Their communion forever am I denied, Not once, has one of them replied. Such is the secret of the stars, The complexity of them , and the vastness, unknown, Forever beautiful, Eternal. Clement Hardy.