Look to the Stars

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Stars and moons and constellations

lit the walls of the young boy's room.

They spun in new and brave formations

and gave bright hope to a darkened tomb.

So when his parents screamed and smashed,

he would watch the lights and fly away.

Among the stars he played and dashed,

with angels and aliens and birds and fae.

And when his father came to play,

he would turn his head to watch the stars,

and count on his friends to always say:

"It's okay my dear, come with us and leave your scars."

For years and years his father said:

"You'll never be alone, just lay back, I'll show you why."

And for that time, to the stars, he fled.

Never was he alone. Never did he cry.

Then one bright day, the boy became a man.

He lowered his father into a grave,

and for months and months, he simply ran,

searching for the one his soul to save.

Finally, at last, he found that one,

bathed in starlight and filled with glee,

who wrapped him up in a haze of sun,

and showed him how to simply be.

So when at dusk they lay together,

he told his lover of every terror,

and was told at once that for forever,

never again would he face such horror.

Then the man let his tears run free,

and thanked his friends for never leaving.

"You delivered such a love to me,

and put an end to years of grieving."

Stars and moons and constellations

lit the walls of the brave man's room.

They spun in old and new formations,

a trillion reminders of freedom from his tomb.