Spaces

There were millions to choose from; I waited

For the Gods to balance the galaxies and install,

Within the line of my perception,

The brightest of them all, the most beautiful;

The Star upon which I was fated to wish.

Every other pales in comparison...

Put together, their light can never match

The shadowless luminiscence of my Star.

My morning Star wakes at daybreak, alongside me, coaxing sleep from my eyes

Like a rainbow of crystal melodies.

I find solace in my Star, which takes away the jagged-edged pain

Of cold, empty glass echoes created by the shatter of

Falling stars and fallen angels.

Perpetually at its zenith, my Star has, eternally, all my adoration, appreciation and admiration.

My Lodestar in stormy waters, it is never harsh, or harmful.

We are together, yet separated by ironical distance;

My true feelings are eclipsed, yet ironically, they are no longer hidden from my Star.

I could live my life in accordance with my Star...

An exemplary Being. Which mortal wouldn't want to make it his own?

I want my day to come to a close with my evening Star

By my side... truly, I will then consider myself in the most empyreal of heavens.

Time knows whether my Star will accept me

As the one who worships it, wants it... waits for it...

If I were to wander without its astral glory,

Would my Star follow me and enshroud me in its divine halo?

Would it encompass me? Embrace me? Be the twinkling light of my life? Be my life itself?

Destiny might alter the course of nature, rendering

My Star far, far away from me, but I believe

In the answer I have found to my prayers, and in

The blessing I have received from above in the form of my Star.

I give to my Star in return, boundless, inextinguishable, free love, renascent each time I view it...

A kind of love that surpasses itself as it reaches far beyond the horizon of earthly emotions, into the recesses of eternity, where

I will love my Star forever.