When the stars wink

When the stars wink, glittering above me,
it feels as if they do beacon to come nearer,
when I see them stretching to the horizon,
forming patterns or even drawing lines
in the dark ink,

the whole of heaven is covered,
far too awesome to comprehend
with the glory procreated by a almighty God;
when the stars wink.

Later even the bats stop their frolicking,
an owl flutters past when a mouse squeals
and then I do realize
how insignificant man is on this earthly place
while a star jumps for a moment,
when the stars wink.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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