They are the stardust they walk upon
They are the stardust that we praise so much
Light almost dwindling
But vibrant, beautiful and unpredictable all at the same time
They work in mysterious ways that we cannot comprehend just yet
They may not seem to be there, as their mind charts forgotten stars
But their presence is remembered long after they have left, like the sun
If not in an image, in a feeling
The feeling of stardust sparkling in your eyes
and the need to wonder in the remnants of the stars in the sky