for the f o r g o t t e n stars, unseen in the charred sky, paled by the other heavenly bodies above. drifting off, falling apart dissolving into dust
they
fell
on
the
scorched
earth.
.
.
and they lost everything
low in the ground, their pace brushes moist soil. . .
star child, you died that day.
and we dare to be reborn.
