A Star
A star,
Twinkling,
Spinning,
Sparkling
Out of reach.
Winter sets in.
You climb a mountain,
And jump.
But a
Twinkling,
Spinning,
Sparkling
Arm grabs your hand,
And carries you to the moon.
A school dance;
A hug;
An awkward date;
A second love;
A first kiss.
You watch it all from above,
Perched on your peaceful little moon,
The
Twinkling,
Spinning,
Sparkling
Light washing over your face.
You bottle some moonlight,
Only the purest kind,
In a jar made from your bones.
You wrap it in your only coat,
But you don’t need it,
Because the
Twinkling,
Spinning,
Sparkling
Starlight keeps you warm.
The moonlight shatters.
But you don’t mind;
There will always be more,
And bones will grow back.
Nothing matters,
Under the light of the
Twinkling,
Spinning,
Sparkly
Star.
The star takes you for a ride,
Through the heavens,
Around the galaxy,
And into the infinite abyss.
You smile.
A
Twinkling,
Spinny,
Sparing
Smile.
You steer the star towards Saturn;
Its beautiful rings,
Soft core,
Lumpy moons,
But the star continues
On past Pluto,
Leaving a
Twinkly,
Spiny,
Sparse
Trail.
The star drops you off in a field,
To be admired by everyone,
Equally.
No individual
Gets all the
Dwindling,
Spitting,
Sporadic
Starlight.
You move to a cave,
Where the heavens can’t be seen,
And all is black,
Where no person can
Shout the glory of
the starlight;
where nothing can
watch your face.
And you reach into
Your heart,
And pull out a little shard
Of star,
Bloodied,
And let it,
Twinkling,
Spinning,
Sparkling,
Shine into your eyes.