Winter Starlight

As the skies grow dim
Day’s end grows near,
We head to the hill,
Our place to get away.
Upon calm collected skies we gaze,
Wondering what the stars are doing.
Up there, or out there,
Wherever it is they truly are.
Where it is they sit, or stand,
Why it is they remain.
Unknown to all but the stars
What they might await.
All the times we arrive to marvel,
They question our reasons to ponder.
We leave unfulfilled
To return to our lives,
Of discontented blatancy.