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