A Pantoum For The Night Sky Poem by Derek R. Audette

The heavens shimmer with points of light
They poke their image through a canopy of dark
raging and churning with awesome might
They burn themselves a wondrous mark

They poke their way through a canopy of dark
to shine upon our imagination
They burn themselves a wondrous mark
For countless eons will they occupy their station

To shine upon our imagination
it is a goal for which they do not strive
For countless eons will they occupy their station
reminding man it is a mystery to be alive

It is a goal for which they do not strive
Raging and churning with awesome might
Reminding man it is a mystery to be alive
The heavens shimmer with points of light