No More Star-lit Nights
Those stars which sparkled once in lovers’ eyes
No longer shine through light-polluted skies.
Along each crowded route which brightly prowls
Our cities’ ever-widening expanses
The predatory traffic flares and growls
Incessantly beneath false luminances
Devouring, in smoked breath, the feeble last
Few remnants of starred night-dark’s loveliness:
Making us blind to where galaxies are.
“What has night’s beauty now become”, we ask
In discontent at such invasiveness
Of artificial light’s sky-smothering glare,
“Now there are no more star-lit nights for us to know
Where peace and quietness in us may learn to grow?”.
