You held every star in place,
keeping a glimmer above me.
Never letting me be alone
in the darkness.
Every grain connected echoes
of your voice,
uncertainty pierced
that place and I looked above.
Dots connecting to a constellation
of you setting me free.
I was never alone, you were the shooting
star that I wished upon.
Grazing the atmosphere of my troubles.
You were always within me,
looking at you I see every constellation
glistening above me.