With the most greenish gold luminescence embraced in a cherishing love,
so many others similar, but none matched when up above.

Warmth within the brightness only seen in the day,
never more burning then the bluest flame inherent within.

Quasars tremble at the radiance produced by the Smoldering Star,
curious is his orientation in this brilliant display of the brightness in decay.

But this Star can relish the dark,
such that black holes are forced to concede the winning shade, abstained...jealous.

The most murky oceans are visible in comparison to this Star in his cataclysmic rebellion of the light,
merely to fulfill a Gemini's prophecy of duality.

Therefore the star you see in the sky is not I,
but the reflection for the imagination in my eye, manifested as light.

The creation of such a dilation is second to the universe, however, nothing compares to finding the light you were meant to give, as the sun give to a planet
...not merely giving light, warmth, and a stable position, but also the ability to majestically generate existence.

The gravitational pull of the Smoldering Star is not that of a great gas giant,
but that of a supernova star, which has been long bereft of planetary manipulation of an epic magnitude.

Merely smoldering in dwell in semidarkness waiting to shine once again,
and like before when the strength was that of a million suns in full burn.

And while there are many stars up above,
I am among the few that shine out of love.

A Star that is always lovingly smoldering above with a smile and a hug,
depth of conversation that reaches crushing pressures of realizations in the face an inevitable annihilation.

But in the change on a second can fill you with the greatest elation with adoring connotations in a rhythmic fashion, to involve all passion.

It is not the brightness of the star.....but the amount of those illuminated by me in the end.