May the stars be with you

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