Starlight, Starbright

     I want my ceiling to be alive with stars again.  When I was little they were like a cool nightlight when I was getting weaned off a real nightlight.  Then, as I got older they became more of something magical; something that connected my world to the worlds of the books that I'd read.  Now I still read those books, but there's no connection to my world anymore.  The few stars (and meteors) that remain don't shine and together barely make a dull glow.  I want my nights to be alive again.  I wish the stars would come back.