Remembered and forgotten?
So close yet so distant?
Constant and changing?
Bright and dim?
Laid out and mysterious?
Obscure but apparent?
So high and low?
Following you around but unreachable?
xoxo
Bea
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder