Malcolm E. Wright
In the small hours,
When all normal people are asleep,
I attach myself to my infinite eye,
And I observe the infirm firmament.
I like to look at the stuttering stars;
They stick in my mind.
In my infinite eye,
Their colours are amplified.
Some of these heavenly bodies roam the sky...
Most live in families.
Some stars have regular moods-
Sometimes they are bright,
Sometimes they are dull.
A few are less predictable.
Torn apart by the forces in and around it,
Will open itself up to the universe...
And for an astronomical moment
It shines brighter than any other....