The Amateur Stargazer
In the myriad map of the skies,
Bright lights twinkle before my eyes;
Lost among the almighty maze,
I marvel to identify star from haze.
Do the celestial sparkles stand or move?
Those twinkling lights so hard to prove,
Seem to stretch and mysteriously change,
Perhaps slight cloud passing by strange.
I concentrate and signs vivify aloft,
The night is warm, the air is soft;
As I strain to look past the breeze,
I almost believe stars tell destinies.
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2017
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