The problem with being
guided by starlight
is that even the glow
of a thousand stars
can’t shine on your path.

They have a look of eternity about them,
but their collective light is so weak.

Sometimes I think my gaze keeps them up,
if I look away, the magic gives way
and they fall to the ground and leave
their shards for us to cut our feet upon.

Tread softly, they loved having our eyes
conjure beauty from such a distance.

I shall sweep up the pieces and rebuild,
the sky looks so much darker without them.
Maybe the poems one day will mention my task,
how much I toiled to battle the dark.

I will arrange them to form new constellations
and each one will possess one of your qualities,
a constellation that flows like your hair,
a constellation that shines like your smile,
a constellation that doesn’t dim when you feel sad,
that gets brighter and brighter, lifting your spirits.

Look up at the stars tonight,
you’ll see me up there,
flitting here and there,
repairing the damage I caused
when I looked away for but a moment.
This isn’t my punishment,
this isn’t my curse,
this is my reward,
surrounded by light that allows you to dream,
allows you to wish upon a star once more.

Wish for me and I will come to you.
Wish for me and I will rescue you.