The Nameless Stars

I look up at the stars,
And I see them twinkle there.
I don't know the constellations,
Truth be told, I just don't care.

I don't need to know them,
To enjoy their beauty bright.
Sometimes I lay out on the grass,
And stare at them all night.

Then as the dawn begins to break,
As brightness fills the sky,
Quietly I go to bed,
Bidding my nameless friends, "Good-bye."

©2013-Art Belliveau