UNTITLED

She walked alone at sunset.

She held a golden star.

It seared her hands, her heart, her soul.

But did not leave a scar.

“Where are you going, Earthling?

Please tell us where you’re bound.

And what’s that useless shiny thing,

You’ve so unjustly found?”

She said “There’s only darkness,

Where there should be the dawn.

I cannot stop and speak with you.

I must keep moving on.”

“No, let us take your burden.

You see? What’s all the fuss?

This thing cannot mean much to you,

And not much more to us.”

She said, “There’s something missing.

And I can set it right”.

She spoke to Those she could not see,

And traveled through the night.

“Who said that you must do it?

You’re small and tired too.

If it was such an urgent thing,

Why leave the task to you?”

She said, “I’m not important.

I’ve only got to try.”

And then she took the golden star,

And hurled it toward the sky.