To Count the Stars

An entry to the MY PAPER DOLL GANG FORM POETRY CONTEST March 10

TO COUNT THE STARS

Time tends to pass as planets spin
On toward the darkest night.

Caring not what future brings
Or what the past has been.
Upon a hill in some gossamer dream,
Nocturnal Gazer counts the stars
To seek what future to foretell.

The task is hard.
He sits alone
Entering numbers in a papyrus book.

Still he sits
Till he becomes one with stone upon that hill.
Around him spin the stars at night
Revealing nothing of  the time to come;
Silly man.