The Stars

The stars, they don’t come out at night
They are always there, in their place
In our hearts
Containers of light
Coexisting balance of all that is
Vacuums of space
Created perhaps to play
Fair combustible awareness
Until touched and felt, prolonged
In my eyes 
Adjusting spotlight home

SerialMuse™ 2019

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