I think the stars they watch me sleep
Each night, through parted curtains;
They watch me dream, I’m certain
I feel their gaze, their constant peep.
They twinkle twinkle, stars are eyes
Are daring, bold, at me they stare
At night amongst themselves they share
The stories of my lows and highs.
A vi’lent swoosh, I draw the drapes
I use to plaster o’er my scars
I wait for dawn, my sweet escape
And then! my door is blown ajar
At silent majesty I gape.
I now know stars may stare at stars.