In the quiet of the night, they shine so bright,
Whispering secrets from the depths of the cosmos,
Each twinkle a tale, a story so light,
Stars, the sentinels of our dreams, so close.

Guiding travelers through the endless dark,
Their luminescence a beacon of ancient lore,
They paint the sky with a celestial spark,
A reminder of times gone by, and more.

Through the veil of night, they softly gleam,
Guardians of wishes, and silent sighs,
Each constellation, a woven dream,
A tapestry of wonder in the midnight skies.

As dawn approaches, they fade away,
Leaving whispers in the morning hue,
But in our hearts, their light will stay,
The stars, eternal, and ever true.