A Mystery To Me

The velvet midnight sky is gently strewn
With stars that wink and flicker in the night,
A swirling, mystic pattern ‘round the moon:
A gleaming orb that sets the dark alight.
I lie on dew-flecked grass to catch the sight
Of mysteries unveiled before my eyes,
Yet still I cannot fathom stars so bright
And planets sailing through the inky skies.
For me, the night has one more sweet surprise:
A star pulls free of bonds and surfs the beams
Of light to Earth; in joy and fun it flies
And falls right from the sky, or so it seems.
At dawn the glowing stars seem to disperse;
I fall asleep beneath the universe.