Star Light, Star Bright

As I travel my usual path, I'm overcome by a queer sense of despair, a loneliness I'm thoroughly unfamiliar with. Everything seems so much darker... so frightening. And I, I walk alone. Afraid, almost, of this bleak new world. What has changed? Why is it so... cold. So... dark.

I hadn't even noticed the moon's absence. I never really respected its light, until now. In fact, I never embraced the sun. I called it names, taunted it, begged it to leave me be. And when it left, the moon's light still assaulted my eyes. It was a burden. Yet now it's gone. The light, the warmth, the normality all... gone. The world is dark and cold. And I... I am alone.

The world’s sun is gone, so I turn to my star. My warmth. My sun. My moon. My light. But woe, it too is eclipsed. Some planet of more vibrant hues, greater size, larger orbit, with stronger, grander rings has passed between us. The star is not at fault, no, but still we are distant. I paid no attention to its absence, when the sun was shining and the moon lent its soft, lunar glow to the world. But now all I see are distant stars, so very far away. Where did my star go? I never realized how much warmth it had. A much needed commodity, on a night like tonight.

Ah, me. When the sun shines, a star is but a bonus. When the moon beams, a star is a comfort. But when all light fades, a star is a shining beacon against the darkness of this fickle, eternal cycle. The sun shows its shining face less and less; the once full moon is sliced night by night until finally not even a sliver remains. Then we appreciate our stars. As we stroll along on these empty nights, we seek them out. And those that have them are truly blessed.

Alas, my star is faded. I wish not on a star, but for it. Yet wishes are not realities. So I walk, alone, cold, dark. I know I too have left my star, continued on my own orbit, as it must travel its. It too has suffered as I do now. But if absence makes the heart grow fonder, let my heart stop growing and end this wretched absence! I like my star. No, I love it.