Stars

When i ask the stars, what they hold for me,

They twinkle at me playfully.

Stubborn, un-revealing, glowing in mirth.

I wonder what it is they hold in the darkness behind them.

They are in no hurry to tell.

They enjoy their mysterious twinkling glory

The pleasure of knowing what lies beyond infinity... aah that must be some pleasure.

And they keep winking,

Lest their beautiful twinkling eyes give their secrets away.

But just may be they have no secret

And that is what they want to hide

Perhaps they have nothing to tell

Attention seekers - all of them.

Imposters - concealing nothing but layers and layers of darkness.

Hoarding no Light, hiding no future.

And perhaps that is why

They never can look me in the eye.

I see them stare only as I turn my gaze away.

Sly creatures... or may be just shy creatures...