The Dark Behind a Star

As we gaze above the evening sky and fill our eyes with light,
the twinkling jewels above our heads shine with all their might.
Glistening, gleaming, glittering stars so aptly they're adored,
for every night they give their light of which we've all implored.

Men and women all have loved these treasures in the sky,
Both meek and mighty all around have had their souls to sigh.
The rich and poor, the young and old- their hearts they have surrendered,
for the gentle radiance of a star is more than just remembered.

Poets, singers and tale-spinners have all their words to say,
while desert-dwellers and seafarers all have found their way.
Artists try in vain to paint the beauty of a star,
while Philosophers fail to explain the wonders that they are.

But of all the souls that worship them, there is one above the rest,
who quietly stands unseen, unheard and remains untouched at best.
There is one for every star that brings our evening light,
one who's barely noticed yet is always in plain sight.

For when a star is troubled, cold or lonesome up above,
its unseen champion is always there to embrace it with its love.
And when the star's hurt is all but chased away,
it's ardent guardian will be thanked yet hidden it will stay.

Much like a song that remains unsung or a story left untold,
these enigmatic ones will always long for the stars they want to hold.
Heartsick in their longing yet certain of their love,
forever in a secret dance with the stars up above.

Finding fulfillment in their emptiness and solace beyond sight,
how exalted and yet harrowing is their chosen plight.
So close they seem to linger and yet they are so far.
Now you know the love and fate of the dark behind a star.