Filling up my bucket, I pour light on each star,
like liquid silver.
Carefully, I tuck my sleepy children into the dark abyss,
coloring them as I go. I decant some deep amber into Capella
and a drop of garnet for Betelgeuse.
Each color is hand-picked, to match the star’s personality.
Last of all, I settle on the hue for Altair
—My icy white diamond.
When they grow stronger, for their amusement,
I shall craft some planets from the leftover dust.
For now, I must keep pouring light on them.
Caressing each one in turn.
Calling its name.
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Wow, I really liked this one. Such beauty in your poems.
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