astral

Hours, I used to spend on my knees
By moonlight
Screaming silently at the stars

Galaxies would pass by
In infinitesimal units of time
I had become
Many constellations in the dark

Still, I didn’t forsee
Nor find in any horoscope
No astrologer’s finger
Traced my palm
And warned
What would become of us

I don’t pray much anymore
But if I did
I’d ask that the stars,
And not love
Would inspire mankind

At least when stars die,
Their light still leads
Wanderers home