A star,

Twinkling,

Spinning,

Sparkling

Out of reach.

 

Winter sets in.

You climb a mountain,

And jump.

But a

Twinkling,

Spinning,

Sparkling

Arm grabs your hand,

And carries you to the moon.

 

A school dance;

A hug;

An awkward date;

A second love;

A first kiss.

You watch it all from above,

Perched on your peaceful little moon,

The

Twinkling,

Spinning,

Sparkling

Light washing over your face.

 

You bottle some moonlight,

Only the purest kind,

In a jar made from your bones.

You wrap it in your only coat,

But you don’t need it,

Because the

Twinkling,

Spinning,

Sparkling

Starlight keeps you warm.

 

The moonlight shatters.

But you don’t mind;

There will always be more,

And bones will grow back.

Nothing matters,

Under the light of the

Twinkling,

Spinning,

Sparkly

Star.

 

The star takes you for a ride,

Through the heavens,

Around the galaxy,

And into the infinite abyss.

You smile.

A

Twinkling,

Spinny,

Sparing

Smile.

 

You steer the star towards Saturn;

Its beautiful rings,

Soft core,

Lumpy moons,

But the star continues

On past Pluto,

Leaving a

Twinkly,

Spiny,

Sparse

Trail.

 

The star drops you off in a field,

To be admired by everyone,

Equally.

No individual

Gets all the

Dwindling,

Spitting,

Sporadic

Starlight.

 

You move to a cave,

Where the heavens can’t be seen,

And all is black,

Where no person can

Shout the glory of

the starlight;

where nothing can

watch your face.

And you reach into

Your heart,

And pull out a little shard

Of star,

Bloodied,

And let it,

Twinkling,

Spinning,

Sparkling,

Shine into your eyes.