Constellation's Nocturn

Would a star think itself burning out slowly - or are the eons to its mind but fleeting?

Is the creep of entropy a sudden threat - or a quiet dread staving off sleeping?

Is the light that they shed only rays of hope - and not a beacon begging rescue from the ocean?

Like a mariner adrift in the darkest seas - do the stars fear a similar notion?

Do constellations think themselves familial - connected shapes in the void's cold matter?

Is the geometry they see from a different view - one that makes our perspective much sadder?

I still find the stars to be beautiful - though these thoughts that I have beg to differ.

When the drought of inspirations takes over - I quench my thirst with a North Star capped dipper.