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