The Magic of a Starlit Night

Beneath a sky of velvet black,
A thousand lanterns never lack.
Each star, a spark of distant flame,
Whispers a story, calls out a name.

The first one flickers—a childhood dream,
Fireflies caught in a jar’s glass gleam.
The world was small but wonder was wide,
Magic lived where the wild things hide.

Another star hums a lullaby tune,
Soft as the glow of a midsummer moon.
It sings of a mother’s gentle refrain,
A love so steady it dulled every pain.

A comet streaks with a furious glow,
Like teenage years that come and go.
Burning too bright, too wild, too fast,
But oh, how it lingered long after it passed.

The constellations shift with ease,
Orion’s belt hangs low on the breeze.
One star recalls a lover's embrace,
The warmth of their breath, the light on their face.

But not all stars are steady and kind—
Some dredge up shadows long left behind.
A flash of regret, a sorrow too deep,
Falling like meteors in the quiet of sleep.

Yet above it all, the Milky Way sings,
A bridge of dreams where the infinite clings.
Each point of light a hope reborn,
A promise of dawn at the edge of the morn.

The vastness humbles, the quiet astounds,
As thoughts unspoken swirl without bounds.
For under the glow of the cosmos so wide,
Both dreams and reality learn to collide.

The starlight may wane as the night disappears,
But its magic stays woven through all of our years.
Every glance skyward, every soft sigh,
Is a reminder of wonder too big to deny.

- Khushi Kaul