Stella

The stars glitter

Like diamonds

Scattered across a velvet stage

They are my guides

As I walk alone

In this sandy desert

Unaware of their beauty  

For I only know

The dreadful cold

That seeps into my bones

And the howling wind

Which cuts like a knife into my skin

"Stella." 

It seems to whisper.

"Come home."

"Come home."

But I cannot listen

I must go on

Towards the Morning Star

Towards You