Beauty in the night sky

In the city I don't see those glistening fires of hope and desires.  Stitched into the rippling velvet sky millions of golden eyes. Watching from the past, ushering in a future, the seam between night & day, today and tomorrow.  Light on a lonely road, when the sun goes and the moon is weak, the stars will the light to burn on. Beauty in the dark, comfort too knowing that countless souls stare like you, longing  & hopeful & grateful. You are never alone with the stars in the sky connecting us all. Conduit to our dreams, shining in the darkest hours, always there though we may not see them, watchful. Sometimes falling, sometimes shooting through the sky.  They shift to get a better look, to grasp out attention and turn it away, turn it to something better.

The plough, Orion's belt & the North star stand to guide us as we orientate ourselves in this wilderness, on the open sea and in this flood of people.
But in the city, all is washed away
Oh the bright lights of the city, flash and blind-promising to guide us but they hide from us the dotted glowing cape of night, the world's shawl that can move and soothe.  Above the city hovers a blank canvas.  Empty.