An Ode to the Stars

Part II

The stars

they dance the night away

in an ebony ballroom

with their tuxedos and gowns

shimmering silver and gold.

My longing to join

the stars up there,

away from the mundane,

intensifies with such a fire

that I fear I will burn out

like the dying star I am.

And I find myself expecting

to meet others who are

just as desperate to leave this

lonely world and run off

into the night sky.

Because then it would be

us dancing together

in our rightful place

amongst the Broken

for all the earth to see.

Our broken hearts

would be left behind

along with all the fear and pain

we would never

have to feel again.

And maybe we could be

something so much more

than the sum

of our shattered parts.