The Things Stars See

All alone,
Silence thick.
Cold as ice,
Just as slick.
Ticking, tocking,
The only sound.
It's the clock with the arrows
Going round and round.
Moon comes up,
Sun goes down.
Stars wink at you,
Safe on the ground.
But what is safe,
When you get no thrill
Like the stars looking down
On every hill.
They see things that
You wish you saw.
Under darkness, under cover,
Under midnight raw.
So you tuck yourself in,
And turn off the light.
You're too old for stories
Every silent night.
And the deeper you go,
The safer you'll be,
But you'll never know,
And you'll never see.