Starry Nights

starry skies are no more,
the black sea up high is such a bore

reminiscent of an age no more than 10 years ago,
when the shining stars were a flow

from mars to Jupiter I could gaze,
those were the heavens receiving my praise

Where is this God over which there is so much dispute?
It lies in the universe, I repute.

There is so much mystery in this dark ocean above,
so calm and so placid, like a dove

I look to it for answers expected,
I'm disappointed with questions confounded.

Where to have our starry skies run?
These polluted nights are no longer fun.