So one night I was outside with my girlfriend, of the time, enjoying the ocean of twinkling stars. A conversation arose of how amazing it would be if the stars were having a dance every time it became night. Like if they had balls full of music in the cosmos. She had compared it to the ballroom scene in Beauty and the Beast. From this sparked a little inspiration for a short poem I wrote hope you enjoy.

Night’s nocturne is heard no more

As the celestial bodies dance galore

This waltz shall start

Hand in hand the stars collide

They come together then divide

Never do they part

Laughs and giggles and a kiss

Fill the ballroom full of bliss

Alive becomes the night

All they do is dance away

Before they see the light of day

The sky shines bright

A twinkle here a twinkle there

That’s all we see when we stare

This ball is kept obscured

Only those pure of heart

See this ritual from the start

But never souls impure

Then soon dusk returns to dawn

They finish soon before it’s gone

This waltz must end

So they bid farewell to the night

Thanking it for such delight

Waiting till it comes again