I woke up and saw the stars,

thought this is not where they should be.

Dancing amongst the bright blue sky,

suggesting somehow their will is free.

They usually dance amongst the black,

and with that ritual I have no qualms.

Sparkling with a heavenly light,

as if they sing a silent psalm.

Yet there they are against the blue,

accompanied by the Sun and Moon,

shinning brighter than the two,

and with this I have no feud,

for it made me think of you…