A.N.: Wrote for the Poetry Slam at my school.

Watchers And Waiters

So beautiful are the stars,

strewn across the majestic skies,

close to the heavens, so far,

we lust after them with hungry eyes.

They are the world's wonderful treasures,

watchers of the future, present and past,

they are nothing to us, but farway pleasures,

but where we die, they will last.

We indulge in their sporadic winks,

and think and wonder with regretful eyes,

what are we, but mere blips,

to this world and heaven's skies?

Teasing us with nightly visits

woeful, are we when they are gone,

but with their fading they elicit,

the promise of a new dawn.