I became that star.
I light up the whole abyss of dead air
in a pool of friends
that exhausted their last flares -
I will burn bright for you.
I became that star.
From a light to a firm guide
I exposed the smile in the faces
of the miserable
even when the night tried to shadow it.
I see you from up here.
And I will tell your stories-
written in the constellations
I will weave for you.
I became that star
In a world filled with other stars
granting wishes to people
burning
and
shining.
But..
Can a star wish from other stars?
Can my desires be granted?
Will someone burn for me?
Will anyone even hear my own stories?
I became that star.
Burning and bright
but part of the night.
And I will stay distant from my people
and my fellow stars.
Constantly affixed to fade when daylight comes
and people will forget me...
when the sun comes up
in the morning.
When both of us finally wake up.
---
and you are people.
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