Beauty and Brilliance

Every star has its story,
Every star has its glory,
Called forth by the Divine,
Shaped by its journey through time and space.

Jewels of the night sky,
I wonder if they ever die.
They are the painter’s inspiration,
The creative mind’s gateway to a treasure chest.

The fullness of their brightness lies in their coming together;
Tiny sparkles they render.
My siblings and I are like these stars,
When our minds and hearts sing the same song, whether aloud or in silence.

Lovers often compare their partners to you;
But are those words indeed true?
Can mortals wear your immortality?
Can they truly be compared to your enduring grace and charm?

The sages tell us that the stars are the glory of the gods,
The majesty of the lords.
But where were those gods when darkness crept into our homes?
Where were their chariots of majesty when the tides of the night troubled us?

The glory of the stars,
The inspiration is ours.
Listen to the watchmen sing about them,
And transcend to another realm.