The Starry Skies

The starry skies,
above, beyond;
reflecting on
a calm, clear pond.

All glory lies
within the spheres.
It's like to other,
it has no peers.

For beauty lies
within its arms.
No other can
exceed its charms.

I tell no lies
to you my dear
Gaze up and see
the stars appear.

Before your eyes,
first one, then four;
soon multitudes,
who asks for more?

©Joel Lucsy