An Ode to the Stars

During my Natural Science class tonight, I couldn't help but be bored out of my mind. However, when I heard the word "stars," I paused my thoughts of what I was having for dinner, and listened...
As the professor talked about atoms and how they're reused and never reproduced, he mentioned something about the stars. He explained how our ancient stars explode sometimes and that's how our atoms were created. How cool is it to think, that the atoms in my hair, could be the same that rested on Cleopatra's crown--or the same atoms that make up my little red Neon, could be the same of an Indian's canoe. But, the most interesting conclusion, is that these lovely stars that I adore, make up the people I love, and hate, and miss, and kiss, and pass by on the freeway.
This is my ode to the majestic stars; but lets face it, no words on Earth could describe the phenomenon.

My favorite place on Earth, has to be your arms
But my favorite sight to see, has got to be the stars. 
To think, that all this time ago, some great being thought of you
And knew, that this all would mean, I would fall in love, too. 
With a burst, a flame, a shift and tug
Some stars began to fade; they flew and ran and became my mouth--
Giving me ability to speak your name. 
They're a brilliance I can't stop thanking, a divinity I can't deny. 
For, the same stars I see, were the same Amelia saw shine.
Oh these lights that once guided Mary home, 
Also have guided me.
And the few of which have died since then, 
Landed deep, between our warm, sweet sheets. 
Knowing that these stars hold secrets, no scientist will ever know; 
I've come to wonder how it is, my hand can't seem to let yours go.
And when I start to explain why it's okay for me to think, 
These stars sing each other back to sleep 
I've got to remind myself the way,
Your heart beat sings "sweet dreams."