Do You Wonder Where the Stars Go

When they've completely burned out?

When their light is no more

And there beauty stollen?

Do you think they find peace

Since there are no more eyes on them,

No one to envy their burning beauty,

Their unwanted and only virtue.

Do you think they sigh their last sighs in

One last

Large,

Beautiful,

Cosmic,

Exhalation of light,

Or does the universe steal it from them

Like God steals the breath from the lips of mortals

And breaths it back unto us.