“Stars are man’s open eyes
when he dies hungry,
thirsty and cold.”
I understand why
they glare at me like that,
even if sometimes
they elope with clouds
and lose their way.
They had seen Mother
give birth to me
in a room with nothing
but gaping windows.
They have witnessed me grow
until time came
when I developed
my own senses,
noticed their stare
and decided to look back.
They envy me
because now I am an old man,
and will soon leave the earth
that they have watched over
since the time
that there was only darkness.
I learned with age
that stars were cursed
never to close their eyes
and rest in peace;
so when I look into the sky,
I pity them –
being everywhere
night after night
yet feeling lost in space
and broken beyond cure.
