Stars are holes in the blanket of night

They have a, 

Quite,

Bright,

Light. 

If I were to fly

Far up in that sky 

Would I be able

 to reach the other side?

On the other side, perhaps,

Nights are holes in the blanket of white

They have a,

Dark,

Black,

Lack.

They provide 

Direction

When one is lost

Hope 

When one is crossed

Stars are 

            Windows,                                                                     Cracks,                                       

Openings, 

White,                                                                                               Clear,

Overwhelming, 

If only I could fly.