Stars and Writing

I was named for the stars

Those illuminating, bright specks of light painted across the night sky

In a disorderly, puzzling manner

A starry Morse code message that only certain people at a certain time can decipher

Adding flavor to the darkness

As a baker sprinkles cinnamon on loaves of bread

Filling, sweetening, wishing, wanting, dreaming

Bringing life to the lonely nights and the depths of souls

Through the written word

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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