The dance of the stars

A horrible mass

Moving clumsily about in the void. 

Constant pulling and pushing

Arrogant flirting and forcing.

Careless libations and binges.

Our eyes view the world as beautiful,

But we are all horrible,

For our stars are nothing

But desperate lovers in the night. 

I'll elaborate on the matter. 

They require the insignificant gaze of humans in every moment. 

And abuse our sight when we gaze for too long. 

They appear for the night

But make a swift retreat in the morning

Only to make a return

When they see it fit for them. 

They find other lovers while the Earth spins round. 

And leave us lonely

Until the next moon comes around.