I would not write a poem
based on the hope and wishes
made upon stars. The pin-points
far into the night canvas hide a greater
beauty than I could desire.
And their distance only shares
what was. Such biddings
to Regulus of Alpha Leonis are to be kept
as silent requests in the heart.
Little kings of the sky shine brightly enough on
their own and
need no embellishment from poetry.
this has not failed me.
A prompt from NaPoWriMo.Net yesterday, to write about about stars/constellations.