The sun at noon blazed overhead
It’s after images -were – purple and red.
It masked with its glare those points of light-
Stars that fascinate me at night,
For each is a mighty sun in its own right.
I live on a spiral arm of the Milky Way,
Far from the stupendous array
Of Stars clustered so close together
That to the denizens of their planets I wonder whether
My sun is even a twinkle in their sight
Or do the plethora of suns always dazzle with light
And only my suburb knows the magic of stars at night?