Pretty from afar, the stars hold all my gaze,
They pull me in and keep me lost for days.
Soft silver sparks that calm my restless mind,
A quiet kind of beauty, distant, kind.
They steal my thoughts for hours in the night,
Each tiny glow feels gentle, safe, and right.
I trace their shapes, imagine what they are,
Content to love them simply from afar.
But if we drifted closer to their flame,
I know my wonder wouldn’t stay the same.
Their fragile glow would turn to blinding fire,
Too fierce to hold, too bright to admire.
What once was soft would burn away my sight,
No longer calm, no longer small and light.
And I’d let go of all I thought I knew
Some things need distance to stay beautiful and true.