Orange aura

If i stand and stare aloft
the sky around me clears
the cold night air, its sharp yet soft
and brings unbidden tears.

The patterns showing in the sky
The lights of yesteryear.
I see those lights, of times gone by,
I wonder why we're here.

In untold past, of ancient days,
these lights would guide them home.
The travellers of unknown lands,
Wherever they may roam.

The zodiac is always there
to view up in the sky.
though see them not, for electric lights
pollutants of the eye.

The rancid glow of neon light
a rather new invention
and the urban spread, of orange streets,
too many lights to mention.

So will you miss the, stars at night?
they blink out one by one.
the relentless march, of energy
demanding we succumb.

so when you look up, at the night
I hope you see a star.
to guide you home, though you need it not
you've GPS in your car.

and though these lights, will outlast us
the memories will not.
If you think back, when you last looked
you may well have forgot.

But in untold past, of ancient days
these signs were known to all
whilst in these days of electric lights
we need them not at all.