Oh brightest star
how she would shine
more brightly
in most darkest night.
Until one eve
she met the moon
who shone
most magnificent
she lost her sight.
Hence there forth
through every tide
she would gaze
upon his splendour.
The moon would cast
her but a glance
beautifully and tender.
A lover affair
intensified
tide to tide
She would settle close
afloat by his left side.
Over time
her own sparkle
become so small and dim.
Her energy diminished.
she was fading
knowingly accepting
this love affair had finished.
Losing all purposefulness
forgetting the true meaning of hope.
Dreams would fade
along with the belief
that by his side
she would cope.
The reason for her existence
to bath within his spark
to offer up her light for him
so he could shine
more brightly
in the dark.
He noticed her
more rarely now
as his affections
began to dither.
He bore of her
tiny spark
soon she would fade
and wither.
Insignificant was she
compared to all his beauty.
She stayed true to him
an unspoken duty.
She started to die
as all stars do
thought it was his making.
Turning cold
with each full moon
her broken soul
was aching.
Time passed
she did try
to rekindle her shining.
Uneventful
this became
stars do not understand dying.
Once upon a time
a star must disengage
to become
more than just a star.
To be the shooting star at night
so full of promise
greater than the moon by far.
As they plummet to the earth
a wish upon
Shepard’s guide
Wiseman’s promise
lover’s dream
a supernova in the sky.
Outshining even
the fullest moon
whilst gently passing by.
Oh brightest star
rediscovered
whom she was meant to be
before she lost her fight.
For one moment
she became
the most magnificent vision
in darkest night.
MedusaMoon 2014
