Stars

The stars shine bright,

as if my gaze fuels their power,

because thats all i do these days ,

stare up at the stars,

as they stare back down at me.

Hoping for the best,

but knowing the worst is yet to come, 

and only the stars know the future,

the truth that lies beyond the pain, the suffering,

that comes when all is lost,

and new is found.

Sometimes the new isn't pretty, 

but new turns to old,

as past turns to forgotten,

present turns to past,

and future turns to now,

glancing up at the endless night,

the immortals dress the sky.

The day wanes, the moon shines,

and when we are over,

the stars stand alone,

It is infinities way,

to show that a part of us will last forever.

And only the stars remain.