By Melissa Baron
White pinpoints of light burn steadily
In the velvet black sky of a new moon
Seemingly random, carelessly thrown about
A tossed bag of twinkling confetti
Adrift a vast, cold empty sea
Searing hot, warming the universe
Massive beyond our comprehension
Ancient to our brief, miniscule existence.
We are all made of star dust
We are made of the stuff that gives warmth to the universe.