Starry, starry night, to whom it shines so bright,
For travelers and dreamers, a celestial sight,
Guiding those in need, high up in the sky,
A beacon of hope when life's questions make us sigh.
Lights from the blue, they're tales of the past,
Millions of years for their journey to last,
A glimpse of history, can it ever truly last?
A ghost of time's echo, fading so fast.
Stars that blink, illusions in the air,
Dust suspended, their secrets rare,
In the midst of this beautiful, starry, starry night,
Life and death dance, in the soft moonlight.
Amidst the boundless canvas of the night,
Where stars shine bright, their guiding light,
I ponder life’s tapestry, woven with threads,
Of sadness, longing, where both life and death treads.
In this starry, starry night, I gaze above,
Seeking answers and solace, a message of love,
The past may linger, distant and vast,
Yet hope still shines, transcending the past.
Stars that twinkle in the midnight’s embrace,
Illusions of time and dust in space,
Yet their beauty, a reminder, steadfast and clear,
That life’s journey carries both joy and tears.
In the starry, starry night, we find our way,
Amidst the darkness, we’ll see the light of day,
In sadness and longing, we’ll learn to cope,
For life keeps moving forward, giving us hope.
