In a quietly shattered
Midnight moment
The hum and drone
Of the humdrum city
Is momentarily
Drowned by the noise
Of the stars.

I muse on life’s little
Pleasantries,
Such as listening
To the song
Of the stars.

The noise of the
Stars and the
Wail of the moon
Clenched in
Imaginary pleasantries
Of mind,

Where a mind is a
Haven of pleasantries,
As well as a den of despair.

Suddenly stopped the song of the stars.