Street lamps shine like contemporary stars
And set ablaze the violet of the night
Imperious to nature, we make ours
The majesty of heaven’s fleeting flight
Like locusts to the luminescent sky
Tall towers pierce the subtle, sacred dawn
You bow your head and mourn the languid light
And weep, alike the death-call of a swan
But even as the moment seems mislaid
And street lamps snuff the cold, maternal moon
Look just beyond the veil and violent blaze
And see the place secluded stars commune
When neon becomes light by false compare
Remind yourself that still, the stars are there.
by Dakota D.