The Night Sky

For a writer, sometimes I feel as if the words just won't come. Several times, I have attempted to write poetry about the stars. All of these attempts have ended the same way: failure. I just can't put into words how amazing the stars make me feel. The night sky is just indescribable, and all my poetry can't do them justice. So, I guess I'll just have to settle for this:
The night sky is both black and white.
A mixture of yin and yang.
In that blackness that is the night
Shine glowing, eternal diamonds.
When I look up at them
I feel like I am
Falling, Flying, Spinning
All at once.
This poem doesn't do them justice.
Nothing can do the stars justice.
There are no words in the english language--
or any language--
for the beauty
I see there in the stars.
No paintings can show it.
Not even a photographer can capture it.
For what artist can hold eternity?