The night sky is forever filled with things beyond reach.
Beautiful objects that can never be described with such common speech.
They are waiting out there for a soul to teach.
Hidden as they are, they are still willing to screech.
They wish to break that veil in a single breach,
And to make themselves known in a large outreach.
For the sky is lonely, hidden away like a jar of bleach,
And the stars are all it has to guide and to preach.