A girl was content enough in her endless field,
where night was the only time of day
as she sat under her moonless sky.

Though she was without a moon
and without a true source of light,
she could still see her stars.
They were dim and small,
but important enough.
Points of light and reason in her vast sky,
her stars were what she lived for.

Then one day, a meteor came
and shot across her dark sky.
She lost interest in her stars.
The meteor's bright light
set fire to her dark field,
and at once, her world was beautiful.

But like all meteors, it continued falling.
She watched its light fade day after day,
and soon it fell over the horizon,
leaving her world black once more.

She gazed up toward her stars for help,
though it would be impossible for them
to replace her brilliant meteor.
It would be impossible for them
to fill the hole that had been torn inside her.
The disappearing light of the meteor
left her world black,
and left her blinded.

And now she can't even see her stars.