The Stars

Upon the sapphire sea, they gleam so bright,
The stars of the heavens are our guiding light;
While the silver moon spins tales ineffable and grand,
Of dreams to stir within this enchanted land.

O bright celestial giants — you hold the night,
Drawing starlit dreams to escape our sight;
In the quiet hours, your presence shall stay,
Like a soft murmuring whisper through the night and the day.

• G L D Mackay