My Star

In the distant galaxies,
Of scores of stars of shapes and sizes,
Through his eyes a young boy sees,
A newfound friend and realizes.

That a star shines bright as he,
So wild and fiery as she rises,
“Be my friend” was his sad plea,
To the bold star so far he faces.

So the young boy sad yet free,
With dreams of stars and far’way places,
Left his windowsill to be,
To rest and dream once more his chances.

What are the odds of odd destiny?
My star heard my sad, sad plea.
And so in my dreams she came to me,
Be my star she came to be.

Only in my wildest dreams,
Comes the one star that lights the darkness,
Of my sad heart her light beams,
My star, my guardian dearest.

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