As I saunter through the night
I wonder in the darkness,
Enraptured by empty twilight,
To where have gone the starry brightness?
Have they fled this flawed creation,
To rest at last in peace,
Away from this celestial abomination,
Where conflicts shall never cease?
Or rather, have they fallen from the sky,
Descended to earth and taken human shape,
Doomed until the day they die,
To go absolutely, positively ape?
And if from the sky they've fallen,
What sort of form have they assumed?
With other humans can they be mistaken?
Is their aura so distinctly perfumed?
Thus upon a starless twilight,
My mind explores the chances,
As it wanders through the night,
Searching for the fallen star, despite all the empty glances.