Starry Night

The stars shine, indifferent to what was and what will be. In a way, the night sky, as beautiful as it may be, is the most nihilsitic thing one may look at The same stars remains unchanged- from Aristotle's view, or yours And yet you stare in awe Of a black that refuses to die Two moons instead of one- the night is clear tonight In this Autumn summers breeze, on this grass, there's no greater sight the stars pair in twins and blind one with awe. Although the stars will fade, They will be back, waiting for your return each night for you to sonder during day, what you yonder at night