A long time ago,
when the stars were born,
they were told to wait
until it is light
before they come out to play.
Sleep when the planet sleeps.
Be prudent like the sun,
your superior.
But the stars are kind—
they are the ones who see me,
the lone weary traveler,
the troubled soul
who cannot sleep when the planet sleeps.
They love to keep me company.
They don’t blind me when I look at them
and they whisper to me
the secrets of the universe.
And so
for me
they wait
until it is dark
before they come out to play.
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