Stars are hot, or stars are cold,
like people that I know;
some are dark and gloomy,
some of them just glow!
Stars fall out heaven,
their light just seems to die;
gone from the sparkling night,
we stare and wonder why.
Stars are shining jewels,
cast on the velvet night;
we gaze, two-star crossed lovers,
at their appealing sight.
Stars surround the bleached-out moon,
to keep it company;
the planets hover close,
in sweet serenity.
Stars are lost, or they are found,
like people that I know;
some fighting against life,
some going with the flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The stars are certainly inspirational. We wonder about them, form opinions about them, even compare them to ourselves. I believe everything in nature has a message for us, and can teach us something. A very nice poem that stirs the imagination, Dave.