Stars

By Nicholas Giuliano

I miss the stars.

Every time I looked up

Into the vast night sky

They would all be there.

I loved the stars.

They were beautiful to look at.

They were as beautiful as

The crystal, glistening ocean.

The stars helped me.

Whenever I was lost in the woods

I could look up to the sky

And follow the North Star home.

The stars were lovely.

Everyone wrote songs

About the everlasting beauty

Of our many stars.

I miss the stars.

I wish I could go back in time

And see the night sky

One more time.

But when I tried to look

Into one star in the daytime

I lost the ability to see

All the other stars.