A candle, lit, inside the hall

where pictures and pictures lined up the walls

leading to the staircase, spiraling to the top

where the young astronomer looked up to the stars

The astronomer gazed, awestruck by the beauty

of stars, constellations, so much mystery

he saw Libra, Pisces, Cancer, and Aries

and wondered about the future the world was approaching

The wind howled, scaring the clouds

who came together, covering the stars,

and the night grew even darker, a looming abyss

to the young astronomer who gave a great sigh

as he prepared to enter the staircase, saying good night

to his love, his passion, his little obsession.

“Just one more glance,” he wished, closing his eyes.

As the young astronomer prepared to descend,

his eyes opened wide, startled by a sudden flash in the sky

as a shooting star streaked across the heavens

granting his wish and making a promise

“See you tomorrow, we’ll meet again.”