A Solemn Sort of Heaven

The stars are afraid of the dark
so they shiver and shake.
Through the vacuum, they embark.
All their wanderers, they take.
They do not want to be alone
or lost in the expanse.
Emptiness is all they've known;
they're longing for romance.
They waltz among the nebulae
to find their brethren.
Light years it is from sky to sky:
a solemn sort of heaven.

The stars would revel in delight
if only they could know
that tiny beings see their light
and bathe within their glow.

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I feel a great need to make some minor comments on this one, though I've been trying not to comment if at all possible.

First, stars don't actually twinkle (or "shiver and shake"). Our perceived twinkle is a result of the light passing through / being bent by the Earth's atmosphere.

Second, "wanderers" refers to planets. Our word for "planet" comes from the Greek word for "wandering star."

Last, the stars aren't moving closer to each other in the cosmos. The universe is expanding, so the stars and everything else are moving farther away from each other.

The wanna-be science nerd in me just needed it known that I know these things. If none of this matters to you, I hope you can just enjoy a little ditty about the stars for what it is...never-minding that is in no way even remotely scientifically accurate!

"When the sun fell down and fell asleep, drunk from drinking all the heat, it made a splash onto the sky. The stars stayed up 'til morning." Great Lake Swimmers Imaginary Bars

"You're everybody's satellite; I wish that you were mine." Counting Crows Recovering the Satellites