Many faces have the stars.
Their light is their voice,
they shout,
“Here we are”!
One goes falling
from its place.
Its voice must extinguish,
along with its face.
In a last shout with brilliance;
A prayer in the night.
It praises its maker
And then shuts its eyes.
Bill Cantrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-192/
