when the stars died

the night the stars died in heaven
the angels all wept for the loss
they could not see why darkest night
is not a joyless blind old man
they saw only the lack of timeless light
not the reason for the dousing
if they had looked down from on high
instead of up into their once-perfect sky
they would have seen a star brighter yet
than all the points they had held so dear
but the angles did not see, and they still weep
for the loss of the stars while they were asleep