Celestial Memories

I climbed the rooftop, the twilight bright
And stopped to sit before the wonderous sight.
Purple skies, with clouds of grey
Stars in the night, lighting the way.

Planets, way beyond our galaxy
The meteoroids darting, so carefree.
I stop to breathe, what's it like be there?
Beyond the Milky Way, to who-knows-where?

All the night, the celestial dreams
Shining so bright, though nothing but old memories.
Scorpio, Aries, all the same
Just sitting there, resting, on a foreign plane.

And though the night seems to last forever,
The lights, the stars, seem to get dimmer.
I watch, and wait, eyeing the rise
And watching the last of the falling stars fly.