The Stars Are Never Gone

The Stars are Never Gone

As peace surrounds my searching soul,

born on this mottled sphere,

I look up to the evening sky

and watch the stars appear.

The moon hangs low with tiny beams

that shine down loving rays,

to light the groves and little hills,

where all of nature lays.

Then heaven pulls white flannel clouds

across her spangled sky,

to settle all the bright stars in

her firmament on high.

Out in the east a lonely pine

lifts branches up to dawn,

then helps the morning star conduct

and lead the world in song.

While watching this new day unfold

as night concludes from view,

I contemplate the beauty here

and thoughts return to you.

Each starlet’s space, cold, void and dark,

the sunsets that will die,

lost beauty I no longer see

with my dim mortal eye.

The unwrapped buds which fade to dust

on wilted, shady bowers;

A loved one whom I miss so much

while passing earthly hours.

But while I ponder this I know,

when night returns once more,

celestial stars will twinkle still

as lovely as before.

For all that’s lovely leaves us not,

the spirit lingers near,

so linger in my thoughts awhile

until you shall appear

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