Starry-Heart

I was thrilled to discover, long ago, that those twinkling jewels in the distant sky

Were not mere lights hanging against a curtain of midnight blue,

But were instead flashes of countless orbs, blazing in the infinite dark,

As if screaming, “Here I am!” to that great uncaring cold.

It makes the names we’ve granted them even more beautiful,

These universes in miniature, each given personality, and consciousness -

For what are we ourselves, but tiny dots in the dark, proclaiming our worth

To the long night?

Here’s to those bright-burners, who illuminate our skin in soft twilight,

And here’s to those they inspire, for within their hearts, the stars burn brightest of all.