Inside the house is safe and warm,

no inch of it is dark.

You step outside, the air is cold,

the dogs begin to bark.

Streetlights shine their false glow down,

begging you to stay.

The distance grows, the comfort dims,

your thoughts begin to stray.

In night as black as pitch, you stand,

alone and full of doubt.

Look up, a voice commands you,

not a whisper, but a shout.

High above this lonely earth,

a strand of starlight gleams,

The more you search, there more there are-

a thousand natural beams.

A paint splattered sky over you,

like the pages of a book.

These stars were always there,

all you had to do was look.