An insomniac looks at the stars

I cannot close my eyes to sleep
but gaze, all night, on stars that shine.
It is no wonder heaven weeps
if it has tired eyes like mine
and yet, each night, is forced to keep
its lids of blackness open wide
never able to slumber, deep
until the day each light has died
and yet I’m thankful for the sight
of stars to keep me company.
Just think, without their blissful light
how dark this restless night would be.