We are the stuff of stars. <br />A star for each of us <br />hides in a starry sky. <br />There’s one, <br />shooting, blazing, <br />brilliant for an instant, <br />and then gone. <br />Whose star is that, <br />so bright. <br />Starchild. <br />Starbourne. <br />Stark night. <br />Remember, thankful <br />to have seen that light.<br /><br />Martin Swords<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/starborn/
