Here the stars swirl In amiable disarray

Around suns and moons and miniscule rocks of clay

Inside each heart is a varied milky way

They Spiral or become

Irregular

Unique

to each person born everyday

And the stars are created when the baby first laughs

When the widow cries the day her spouse dies

Some become super novas

They leave imprints in our lives

Some stars just fade out but still their light shines

Each human is born with an expansive universe

With galaxies that inhabit their eyes .

Here the stars twirl

A perfect display