One Million Stars

The theater that presents the night
directly overhead,
plays movies with those points of light--
those stars, blue, white and red.

For they are spheres just like the sun
yet very far away;
they flicker till the night is done,
then wink out in the day.

O flick of star in velvet sky,
the firmament your screen;
a cosmic movie for the eye
in Heaven so serene.

Yet now and then a cameo
of planet in the frame,
or shooting star that steals the show
with atmospheric flame.

And if we point our telescope
into your screen so deep,
we find a comfort and a hope
that we can always keep.

When clouds depart and night is clear,
the stars are there to see;
look up, about a million so--
admission still is free.


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Writer's Cramp
3-26-15