Stars

When the daylight fades

 Into the darkness of the night

Whimsical winds question me,

 "Which Star do you want to be?"

Millions of eyes in this world,

Look up to one, the soul long gone,

"There they are, looking at us.

They lived and loved, lost, and won."

The stars circle around the gravestone.

The winds are heavy and insolent,

The breath of people who came and went.

The stars that lit up their night,

Now twinkle with the grief of their forlorn plight.

Memento Mori, the stars are immortal,

It's only our zeal that is abysmal.