Stars

Wayward days in set, give rise a Myriad in sky marching,

The beauty on the ground, found by days hue, of rainbow coloured arching,

dimmed and draped by the night, turns land to shaded marking.

My eyes with out distraction look up into the sky,

where sat in the eternal Black, scintillating points draw my eye ,

drawing my mind to wonder of this twinkling point,

sat in crimson, pearl and emerald, eaons-to-eaons alight,

Wonderment as too pasts and future of your point in sight.

I ponder to the wishes that to a single star, time as shown in past and future, will be sent afar,

a diamond set in infinity twinkles as a point,

yet this beauty onward eternally , in form of scintillating light,

before a black sees the ebbing day, and suns draw close a curtain,

let me make the promise , eye meet on you tonight for certain