Lost Stars
I close my eyes at night
And think of the world and its people in a different light
Because if you rack your brains hard enough
We’re all just stars dotted onto a canvas called the sky
Some twinkling like tourmaline
And others blended into the abyss
Some in the west
And some in the east
Some in the north
Some in the south
And some in the in-betweens of it all
Then I look at myself
Questioning where I stand in this canvas filled with stars
The answer comes to me in the form of not a sparkle or a darkle
But a tiny glimmer of light
For I am a star that simply wanders from corner to corner
Offering my light to the other stars that I come across
I was never the brightest
Yet as my shadow darkens with the light that I lose
With it I have gained more than I ever could
For even as I fade into the backdrop of a scene
At least one or a hundred little stars are shining brighter than they did before
