Sonnet

The stars shine brightly in the dead of night,
to light the way for all who are below.
They light the sky on fire, ablaze each night.
They sparkle fair and shine with beige and gold.

The numbers more then we believe exist;
I’m bound by eyes not able to truly see.
All stars alight, a sweet and gentle kiss,
a gift from God, a peck for you and me.

Together now, in time they all will fade.
They peek with pink and bright colors of day.
And as your sad to see the dark night fade,
the thought of light gives hope just not to lay.

The night and day each with their own appeal;
in perfect harmony, all just ideal.