10,000 stars on display during the night wave
at me with blinking lights as the burning orbs
travel through heavens beginning and end.
They probably think I’m dumb because
they know when I look at them I can’t
tell a twinkle from a pulsar.
I don’t know my way around the sky
well enough to find Scorpius, Leo,
Taurus and Aquarius are invisible to me as is
Sagittarius and Andromeda that light the night
with waves of light.
Celestial objects direct my destiny and many have
no names. Why do we choose to only name the
brightest ones and ignore those that dimly shine
as if they’re not worth any bread or wine. Here on Earth
we choose to always watch the beautiful or brightest, be
it a person, car or star.
What’s inside doesn’t matter to shallow beings
who pay respect to looks, and not what a man
or thing is made of.
So let the stars choose wherever my soul may go, and when
I flow to the constellation they choose to send me to, the
girls and cars there will be the ones I’ve been looking for.