Night sky- just a superhero's cape
dragged through puddles when
it is missing the stars.
And I know you
have taken comfort and inspiration
from fixed stars and wanderers
while joining the dots
brought me no arcane revelation.
But I think we can agree
the poem is a bed-time story for adults.
Nothing gained by studying it
you have to dream on it.
The poem won't bring starlight
to darkness at the centre of the world.
But if a beam can shine
no more tired than when 
it began its million-year journey.
Comfort and inspire an individual
alter a little their weary course.
I feel able now to promise
feel it already there
a message overdue to sparkle again 
on your threadbare black velvet cloak.
I believe there is another...
and another...