Stars

This is from long ago, and tells of my relation to the stars

Each night
I stare at the stars,
Thinking
What they have to say,
Wondering
How they got so high.

My past
Is shown in the stars,
My future,
Is told by their twinkling,
My place
Is beneath these stars.

They show
Me where I belong,
They tell
The meaning of this life,
Their design
Is a map of my destiny.