There they are again,

Floating in the inky black of sky,

Appearing once the sun decides to hide.

Filling our thoughts and capturing every part of our minds.

Enticing us,

Mesmerizing us.

They call to us from far off

Knowing well that we may never hear

And yet

Thoughts of stardust and objects far away

Still fill our minds

And we are left to wonder:

What else is left for us to discover?