As if a pearl and diamond necklace was pulled from a neck
and spattered and scattered and thrown into black pitch
Filling a void so dark that it is in fact pitch black
The stars litter the sky with their ghostly light
For their light is a ghost of their forgotten life
They shined for no other
For no other was near
They shined for themselves to make the dark less dark than it appeared
They had danced in a grand waltz for millions of years
but they danced alone, in a cosmic working of gears
And when they die their essence is released
Their make up, their matter
Spewing their energy upon waves and waves
And then those vaporous waves become solids
creating life of its own, something rife for all time
We are a collection a energy
Merely essence made of light
We come from the stars, from the infinite night
And remember how stars could never touch, were utterly alone
Now in their reincarnated state they can hug, kiss
Be statically sewn