A zillion miles of night <br />caress the little star. <br />One amongst countless <br />it shines, knowing only itself, <br />bravely blazing. <br /> <br />For it knows no other way. <br /> <br />A zillion years of light <br />burst from the little star. <br />Wished upon, sung to, <br />followed, all its' shining life. <br /> <br />Little star. Little star. <br /> <br />Probing eyes lit on it; <br />photographed and spectroscoped it. <br />Analyzed; they deemed it -ordinary, <br />tagged it with a strange, forgettable name. <br />Pronounced it long ago <br />Dead. <br />Long ago dead, they said. <br />The little star, <br />dead. <br /> <br />Light in the night, <br />bright dreamy light, <br />white and a little blurred. <br />Dead? Absurd. <br /> <br />Something in us <br />may have died. <br />But <br />not our little star.<br /><br />James Mills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-star/
