A thousand nights of night to wonder and observe,
for these and more the stars delight to tell their story.
A thousand years, wonders and dreams they serve,
mighty works and mightily shining, fires of the deep.
A streak across the heavens, for a moment's glory,
they crease the darkness, deep in our minds of sleep.
In bright eyes, a new vision, clear as winter night,
beneath cloudless scenes we brace for winter's cold.
Be they travelers, wanderers or strangers in flight,
they welcome us and bridge timeless years between.
Ancient and heralded, born for vestments of gold,
though we sleep beneath them, silently and unseen.
Brian Francis Hudon
October 24, 2014