One time, he reached down from the stars
and placed a piece of stardust in my hair.
It sparkled and shined throughout the night
I jumped and twirled in astonishment at the sparkling life.
But when morning came,
His gift is gone.
Now, each night I wonder if another gift awaits me.
And as each morning progresses into the day,
I compulsively check my hair for any remnants.
My stomach curls and twists in anxiety.
Will it be today?
Maybe I have to wait for the night?
I want that stardust, but its beyond my grasp now.
Was it some fantasy I worked up?
A dream felt too real?
My emotions are real. I feel them everyday.
And I’m left alone with them, each night.
without that bit of stardust to keep my head afloat the dark skies,
My eyes get lost looking amongst the stars and galaxies beyond my life.
A voice swells inside me, “You are the light, you are the star.”
