Just Another Star

In the winter sky when the moon is but a crescent or is it a croissant? Nevertheless, the twinkling is distinguishable the random patterns of distant glowing lights some turning on, others shutting down. In all the years that pass the centuries and millennia that exceed our time the brilliant lights begin to dim and fade. What we see now came about generations ago and as the lights begin to slowly burn out we recognize our time nears an end. We are remnants of stardust clustered beyond this revolving sphere and what remains after us - are just another star's tears. for Mark Massey The Star in my Avatar 2/12/19