Stars are just

meanings given 

to faraway specks

that we could even label

dust.

The so-called heavenly spectres 

of the past that we see,

their light having burned to us 

minutes, hours, months ago,

only show their forms limited 

in the most tar of midnights, 

when  the artificial lights 

we make to replace 

what we deemed too dark

shy away from the unyielding

night.