In the sky, dark and vast
I hear a dim star ask:
“Why am I alone
In a place so cold—
Is this what they call galaxy?
I want a place to call home,
But that feels like fantasy.”
Is it cold? And dark?
“Yes. All day long.”
Ah! Then why don’t you shine
Through the **** cold night?
You’re dim, not gone—
Just blurred by fright
For I know there’s more stars in sight.
If you shine your light
A second will too
Then a third, and a fourth—
And it won’t just be you.
You’re a beautiful star.
Don’t be afraid, ashamed
Or distressed, of who you are.
This is the thing I forgot, that inspired Word of air. I knew I would remember, eventually.