Haven’t we signed the night sky with our lenses,
ascribed each memory a constellation,
to each star a feeling,
this ceiling of the earth,
bearing the scratches on our heart,
visions of our future,
locked in galaxies unseen.
Light years away from our sight,
yet clear as day if we imagined,
but tonight let’s gaze,
graze at the beautiful fodder the universe provides,
twinkling with every blink,
fixating with each flash,
let our eyes feast at the night’s wonder.