Your eyes glitter with crystal tears,
Misery a dark cloak wrapped around shuddering shoulders.

Little star,
Why do you cry?
Don’t you hear them
Praying their whispered litanies
Shaking fingers reaching, reaching towards your light.
How many have you guided home
When they strayed from their path?
And yet you feel so lost
Unable to navigate through the waters of your thoughts
The taste of salt and bitterness left on your tongue.

You sit so pretty on your perch
A site for the secret wishes of lovers,
Adorning the moon with a crown of crystalline fire
But it’s so lonely in your orbit
And you feel the cold bite of isolation despite your burning core.

Please remember,
My light,
Even when you fall,
You will rattle this world down to its molten center.

Remember,
That the dust that coats your lungs
Is the residue of stars.
Do not forget the celestial fire that simmers underneath your skin
Or the light that pours from your lips.

You are the foundation of constellations,
The ichor of the gods
Cannot compare to what runs in your veins.

You are power and beauty and flame
All in one.
Do not let the dark take away your memory,
Sweet one,
Always remember
That a galaxy is nothing,
Without its stars.