wish not upon the ghosts of stars
they know nought,
and burned away their souls
a million years ago.

put not your faith in heavens far
they simply caught
the eyes of sages old
a million years ago.

we cannot know the ways of ancient stars
nor of desperate heavens if they be
as in their simple death throes we regard
the past and not vain futures that we seek.

Such Dead Stars

in the black between the lights
that distant shine on our desires
are darkened chasms hid from night
where stars once burned in golden fires
yet they are but ash from scattered flames
which on eternal winds have strayed
and this detritus has us stained
for from such dead stars are we made.