Stars, your dance.

Stars, your dance I have watched
through lens, through my eyes,
with science and mysticism entwined.
And, still I fear there is some secret
not in your temperature, not in your size,
but in your plutonium heart and diamond veins.
If I ventured a guess in my mortal way,
you know man too well to speak his name,
for fear the speaking will change his fate
- it is not his fate you made,
but the one written in the book you read.