Oh my little star,
it wasn't meant
to be so hard;
arduous and harsh,
this isn't really
what we are.

Starved for
unadulterated ardor,
shimmering shards
of our hearts
brittle and shivering,
slivers carving sharply
through the dark.

Twilight garnished,
blinking,
dot dash dot dash, parsed;
sometimes falling,
shooting, dart;
make a wish, but hark-
God slips
between the bars
and kisses
heaven's...