Stars they shine on high
As darkness moves on by
The sadness lost to the night
With the moon shine waning
It’s influence, not sure it’s end
nigh
The spectacle shattered at daybreak
Hidden by the light
What shows there, lost in the clouds
An intruder, breeching the heavenly
rounds
Seen, yet forbidden, like a love never
fulfilled
The truth, evident as the lie is apparent
As dusk decends, the daystar prepares
to depart
Yet, two show, where a lone beacon once
existed
Leaving the Questions unasked..
And, the Answers
Hidden.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe