Sitting by the edge of the canyon 
that outlooks the distant stars
Stars are seen most clearly 
spectacular on the darkest of nights
Saddled to this spot 
facing the clear night sky 
wondering what’s above us
 
So taken by them 
that no notice was given 
to the shadows that snare 
nor to the sounds that scare
Sinking into the radiance 
that bewitched many 
ever so dear and full of hope
Somewhere down the line 
a mistake was made 
when faces turn to see 
what lay next to thee
 
Stuffed with fear, 
when darkness unfolds 
to grab thee by thee hand,
to stare thee at the face
Struggling to break free 
of the clutches that lay beside thee
Strange and terrifying it is 
noises were heard
that send shivers down the spine
 
Snuffling a cry of the horrors 
that were living in the backyard so free
Surrounded by this madness 
no matter which turn was taken 
Skewed were the days 
and so ones will was shattered 
somewhere down the lane
 
Slipping past were memories 
of something grander, 
something long forgotten
Suddenly it dawned upon this fellow; 
all it takes was just to look up
Silent but always there 
shinning were the stars above that sings 
 
Slowly drawn to the brilliance 
of its beauty once again; 
fear slowly began to fade
Shimmering it is and so is thee, 
for the knowing of what lay beside 
thee was slowly forgotten
Stares that were so absorbed in its shining, 
so once again silent whispers of hope 
upon a shining star are heard