Starlight Symphonies 

Stars sing strange songs, darling.

They are the bearers

of history;

the witnesses

who live to tell the tale

aeons later;

Don’t pay mind

to your textbooks, darling;

listen to the songs of the stars,

for the truth

is held in the folds

of their light,

and their patterns

across the blue canvas

of the sky.

They are the

rightful occupants

of the witness boxes,

the evidence of Human Crime

and of Human Goodness;

For contrary to popular belief,

the truth needn’t

always be ugly, darling;

It has been penned

across their surfaces,

the deeds of makind,

their good hearts

with a dangerous twist

and their brave ambitions

at the threshold of foolery.

So when you look

to the skies tonight, darling,

remember, that your story

is being watched

and documented,

that your misery

and tears

have not gone unnoticed;

Your name is made a legend,

like every other name;

each a unique story

with a precious person.

And the watcher

who comes after you,

a few thousand years later,

he will know it too;

that his story

is a legendary one,

and will live forever

in the songs of the stars,

that will resonate

with his name.

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