Another star in the sky, again. 

But this time, it isn’t quite as bright. 

Cosmic, clueless, a path traveled you cannot. 

Describe it? No, please don’t. 

Even through the mist, starburst eyes

fade, but piercing irises are found. 

Gilded, glorious light we found, 

hoping it would be enough again.

I can see the adoration in your eyes. 

Just a little, not too bright. 

Keep it for yourself, child, don’t

let them take what they cannot. 

Moonlight reflects the feeling that you cannot 

neglect what you’ve found. 

Orb in the sky, how we don’t 

Place that you can restore our lost faith again. 

Quiet, the moon’s light shines for you bright, 

realizing the light has gone from your eyes. 

Spaceman child, shield your eyes. 

They have seen what you should not, you cannot. 

Until the last bright, 

versatile piece has been found, 

what we lost will not be regained again. 

Xenophobic universe, this child has what you don’t.

Your curiosities harm whereas theirs don’t. 

Zoic lifeforms with prying eyes, 

and an angelic, beautiful child on the run again. 

Breathe, focus, because they cannot

contain what they have not found. 

Do not fear child, for their resilience isn’t as bright. 

Electric streak of us burning bright,

finally we share something they don’t. 

Going forward, let us use what we’ve found. 

How beautiful we are together in their eyes. 

Into the cosmos we find that we cannot

journey quite as we have before yet again. 

Kind, starborn child, look for me again. 

Look for me, for I cannot

mend the universe solely through my eyes. 

No longer does the sun bestow its bright, 

opulent wisdom upon us. We don’t 

preserve what is most important, I’ve found.