i.

The stars are your caretakers.

Their soft, cool glow whispering reassurances in your ear,

And sprinkling your mind with star-dust.

Leaving nothing but pure thoughts,

And a heart full of hope.

ii.

Words.

They fill your brain with ideas of a better future,

Things you wish you could say,

But get trapped in the back of your throat.

They are the words that you keep in the prison cell that is your mind.

The stars make you think.

iii.

Hope.

Their little, bright lights

Gleam like the entirety of a city.

Little things can be big things too.

iv.

Addictive.

They are like a narcotic.

Every night, you crave seeing them,

And their soft, reassuring lights.

You crave seeing them because

They’re the only stable thing you have left.

v.

They are friends of the moon.

You’d think that big, round,

Ivory orb would get lonely up there,

Sitting in the sky every night,

Like a bird caught in a tree branch.

But she’s really not.

She has every star in the sky,

Dancing with her until the

Sun peeks its head over the horizon,

And stretches it’s long, orange arms across the land.

vi.

Life.

For those who like the way

Insomnia

Feels in their veins.

vii.

The stars are a preview

Of what the universe holds.

Eons of time and light years of galaxies,

And yet we still think that the stars are enough.

viii.

The hearts of lovers

Set on fire.

All of those who feel bright, burning passion

For another who feels the same.

It’s peoples’ love set aflame,

And buried in the night sky.

ix.

A celebration.

They’re like decorative lights,

Celebrating every night because people

Are alive, and drinking in their beauty every moment.

x.

The stars are simplicity.

They instill an unexplainable calmness

Into some of the darkest of minds.