Stars in my eyes

Epitome of adventure,
beyond the pale:
pulsars of romantic light,
impracticable fantasy.

Stars, the borrowers of light,
reflected back to us
patterns made of galaxies
in unlikely clusters.

Fanciful astronomers named them
after mythical groups
Apollo, Leo, Orion, Sagittarius –
unlikely specks of clay.

We think of stars as shining things
instead of lumps of rock,
inanimate and darkly useless
to us here on earth.

Strange it is that stars remain
entangled in romance,
figure in the daydreams
of innocence.

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for Margo Roby’s Tuesday’s Tryout