The Moon and Rumination

a man would look upon the stars, with such decisive awe, to find alone his heart. somewhere amongst the solar stories a spark ignites across his eye, and its known that starry heart his own, has set itself apart to signify some meaning in all the streaks and dots across the black-lit sky. luminous and pearled it begs above a world and looms, the view picturesque and human. and should a man alone speak out his soul against the fall of night, he’ll find his heart amongst the stars, from dark against the light.