Burning Giants

Only you can make stars at night move and come alive, high above our hopes and fears and irrelevant sufferings. They answer to no one, even as fleeting faces look up at them and tears cascade down their cheeks, as lovers lie and gaze at them and wish their love everlasting, as prayers reach them with desperate need. They are cruel and beautiful, blurring and blinking in the coal sky; and tomorrow brings a day and then a night and they rise again, cold and uncaring to our hopes and fears and irrelevant sufferings, and they shine like your eyes on a night where we are hopeful and carefree.