Come to me, star
Sometimes, I look at the stars
and they seem so bright,
close,
warm.
Reminding me of all that is possible and powerful
in the universe and
in my life.
And I am full of hope.
Sometimes, I look at the stars
and they seem so far away
tiny,
cold.
Leaving me feeling
the gulf of space between me and you
endless, overwhelming darkness.
And I am lonely.
Come to me, star
let me hold you in the palm of my hand,
No more night.
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