The Stars Know Why

Stars, the tinsel of the night.
The stars know all of our secrets,
glistening with a slight conceit.
Our wishes journey from our heartland,
depart our yearning mind
to land upon the black terrain of midnight.
Diamonds of hope scatter their shiny shards.
Those that tred the world alone search
for the reasons we persist to exist.
They say look above, far and wide.
Ancient wisdoms gone dark thread the fibers
of the blanket of black sky.
Sparkling silent with the magic power of our every last why.