Stars.
Falling like "fire"
Would be cheap.
Stars,
I believe are of
A secret nature.
So old.
So wise.
They'd tell you
All the things
You never wanted
To hear.
You never understood,
But they were your stars.
So you listened.
And then
You fell.
And their words became
Truth.
Your pain
Supernova.
Your pain
Blinding explosive.
Your pain.
Their pain.
And you knew,
Now
Stars were not for
Childish wishes.
Stars were yours.
When some say;
"You have stars in your eyes."
You know.
The story.
The pain.
The wisdom.
Now when they fall,
Race across the sky,
You fall too.
Happy Birthday to my Kindred.