Celestial Me

I stare intently at the moonlit sky, a spatial quilt held fast by dappled dusk. The stars seem happiest from where I lie, their silver smiles adorned with twinkling blush. These burning diamonds rain their ivory flares on distant hearts from silent seas of coal. To share the tender essence that they bear, these jewels cry out to their respective souls. In every life, there thrives a tiny star; that's why the boundless night proceeds to shine. These luminescent flowers dance afar; despite the gap, I reach for what is mine. Though numerous these sparkling specks may be, my heart knows well the true celestial me.