On stars

One looks up at night, to see the little dots,
Scattered all over, decorating the darkness.
One by one, at twilight they slowly appear,
Till the night sky is filled with their brightness.
Seemingly random, to some they may be,
Yet to our ancestors, pictures they be.
A hunter, a bear, a crane and cross,
All these they are, and many more.
Life is out there, somewhere in the stars,
Lying in wait, waiting for us to explore.
Once in a while, one will fly by,
Leaving behind, a path of light.
As quickly as it appears, it disappears,
In the blink of an eye, a turn of the head.
Stars guided our forefathers across the seas,
They helped our physicists with new theories.
Lovers sit together, admiring their greatness,
I lift my head, and wonder at their vastness.