Once there was a beautiful maiden,
fair and most serene,
known to all that loved the night
as, our lady, Miss Selene.

One day, her light-footed travels
took her to my corner of the sky,
the place where bleeding, wounded stars,
sit and quietly cry.

I crept out from my corner,
stretched and yawned and said:
"What, my lady, do you want
with a star that's long been dead?"

"My dear!" She laughed, like silver bells,
"Do not be distressed!
I merely wish to offer help,
an end to emptiness."

"Oh?" I said, suspiciously,
"And what do you want in return?
What do you think you could possibly gain
from a star that's long ceased to burn?" 

At this she looked quite upset,
and indignantly replied:
"I only wish to help reach those,
in who, all light has died."

Now, I've always been a fool
and I've always been naive,
but I can't help but put my trust
in those who say 'believe.'

So, Selene unfastened her halo
and clipped it 'round my head,
then brightness shone in the eyes
of the broken and the dead.

She skipped away into the night,
her footsteps light and free,
and never again did Miss Selene
spare a thought for me.

The touch of light it burned the flesh
that, for many years, had been cool
and, for the thousandth time I cursed myself
for being such a fool.

The light it filled the emptiness
and made me very aware
of the spaces I had forgotten,
and the ones I never knew were there.

I bled, I burnt, 
I ached and knew,
that the light returned inside of me
would always remind me of you.

It awoke ambitions I once had
and made me long for them again,
so I lifted up my pale, scarred face,
determined to try again.

I got a grip on the nightsky's back
and began to climb once more
but the heavy light it weighed me down
and pinned me to the floor.

I climbed and climbed and finally
I reached the top once more,
but still was the sound of the dark
and shut was heavens door.

Then lost was this burned out star,
on heavens glassy plain
and down she fell because she was 
thinking of you again.

And still she hopes she'll never long
for another taste of light,
for all too soon it fades away
and she knows that is not right.

comments?

[moon had grown tired of her halo
 and asked me, with a smile,
 if i would hold the dazzling light
 so she could dance a while
 
 and i said: no. :p

 love,
 jude]