No Place For Stars
Star of the morning
Angel of Mercy
Daughter of the Moon and Sun
A vision of light, now faint and fading
Pearlescent wings tucked in so tight
As to pass for a more common creature,
But in truth, she is
A more uncommon comet
In a body now, unlike
The celestial body she once was.
She misses home in a way they can’t conceive of
And at times her soul cries out to return
To the familiar darkness she remembers lovingly
Unlike the darkness of humanity
Which terrifies and fascinates.
And she still sings,
As she once did, in the heavens
But the songs are all so unfamiliar to her heart
And the words never suffice
The darkness here threatens to swallow her light
This is no place for stars.