A Star in the Galaxy

Like a single person in the earth

lost in the hopes, the thoughts, the dreams

of the surrounding people- boys and girls,

one heart beating, among billions of others

So trivial, so insignificant, when viewed from above

by foreigners from another world

Our personal crises, our actions of scurry

are so meaningless, never worth the worry

as inconsequential as the minuscule creatures-

ants- whom we regard with amusement

at their assiduity, at their unwavering passion

to build their hill, no matter how many times torn

by our nonchalant, careless fashion

of roaming the earth as if it were solely ours,

as if we were omniscient and owned all the powers

Like a single flower rooted in a desert,

as lonesome, as isolated, yet as striking

it burns bright, lighting all in its vicinity

though it appears a single star in infinity

For it is surrounded by a billion others

that may glow brighter, that may shine dim,

yet throw light on their own family in space

to whom it is far superior, a life giving relic-

a massive sphere of heat and light

of varying shades, a stunning sight

if only the star could be seen-

distinguished from the others that overwhelm it

a distinct entity, not discerned as 

yet another common existence 

But the universe is so colossal

stars are generalized as stars-

a body that emits bundles of heat and life,

if given the opportunity to unleash its potential

a star can do wonders

a star can commence a civilization

it has astronomical worth-

a star in the galaxy 

Refrain of the Moon

It shone, it shimmered, giving radiant beams
sending light in many a luminous stream
though hidden by clouds, rather pale
shrouded by a misty veil,
lighting up the paths of all those lost
sending light glinting off the wintry frost,
illuminating the course of those at sea
casting forth its melody
of waves of light that never fade-
a rendition of a visual serenade
Compensating for the sorry lack,
ensuring that the world does not reign in black
of the warm colors of the day
that thankfully never truly fade away
Managing to set the night ablaze
enveloping everything in a silvery glaze
that does not last, that quickly dims
due to the clouds' untimely whims-
to conceal the moon's beauty, to shroud its flare
for governing their rather quotidian lair
Yet the moon persists to share its light
to the earth and darkness of the night
It arrives at its fancy, in its own, distinct way
eager to illuminate and shed its rays
Dominating and stately, dancing to its own tune
arrives the melody of the moon

Disdain

The blackbird swooped down, its eyes gleaming with condescension, and carved the frosty night with its prowess and agility. The glacial mist was sliced by a pair of outstretched wings, into arcs that mirrored the shape of the crescent moon. Diving and dancing, entirely heedful of the envious glares of the other birds that assailed it, the blackbird glided with the breeze, in an almost tantalizing manner. Nearly blending in with the inky sky, it was faintly lit up by the flickering lamps of the nearby house, and by the weakly twinkling stars.
A minute later there was a clatter, and an excited squeal. A girl of no more than five came darting out of her house, with her mother trailing behind her, mildly astonished.
"Oh, look!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes brimming with pleasure. "Look at that bird! Look at how it's flying." Her angular fingers perfectly traced the path of the blackbird, as if amazed that any creature could perform such an enthralling accomplishment.
By then, the blackbird was beginning to realize that it had a very admiring audience. Delighted, it threw itself into its flight, descending mere inches above the ground before spinning up into the sky, until it was only a minuscule speck that was lost in the night. As it elicited gasps of wonder from the little girl, its eyes glittered with all the more disdain, and it threw contemptuous glances to its fellow, subordinate blackbirds.
Unable to bear the blackbird's patronizing visage, a mass of birds abandoned the branch upon which they had been perched, and soared into the sky. Within a few seconds, the blackbird was lost amid a flurry of feathers, although it fruitlessly strived to detach itself from the crowd. However, the girl's awe had vanished, only to be placed with mild fear and surprise. Screaming, the child ran back into her home, shocked by the sheer number of birds that had remained hidden while she had been gaping at only one.
The blackbird struggled and grappled to distinguish itself from the wall of black, upset that it had lost its only onlooker. Exhausted and dispirited, it retired to a lone branch, and forlornly watched the performance that the other birds were putting up for it. Warming itself against the leaves, the blackbird, faintly illuminated by the moon, gloomily waited for the spectacle to cease, not caring to defend itself against the haughty looks that came its way.

Nightly Appearances

Indefinitely extending layers of sand,
caressed and fashioned by the ocean's hand-
a silken, smooth, darkened plane
embedded by the crystalline, sweeping grains,
where the dimmed waters converge with the land

The night is hushed, a mirrorlike lake-
barely a ripple, barely a break
A sailing boat rests upon its waters of glass,
nothing can stir its tranquil waters, nothing to pass,
the lake remains dormant at night, never to wake

Pouring waters, cascading falls
creating an impenetrable, nightly wall
of the faint shimmers of midnight, surging foam
billowing out to form a frosty dome
whose eeriness can hypnotize, whose sight can enthrall

Perhaps the most captivating occurrence at night-
the rare dancing of the northern lights
Against the backdrop of the sky- dazzling hues
from amethyst, ranging to azure blue,
can send spirits soaring to untold heights

They hurtle down, like incandescent rain-
ignited, swooping, showering grains
that form a parallel to a drizzle of fire
whose existence, sadly, swiftly tires
But until that time- nighttime radiance reigns

The night is so silent, but never dark,
for it is lit up by a belt of sparks,
a crystal clear phenomenon, so very far,
spiraling galaxies, slashes of stars
that cut through the darkness to form an illuminated arc

A sinister sight- deathly pale,
enveloping the night in a luminous veil
The moon hangs, powerful, for in her domain
despite the gloom, its light it can retain
the shadow of the night, it ably impales