Like so many of you,
there are stars, each one
a silver flame strangely
burning.
How terrible immersed
in such beauty and hidden;
the perishable darkness a hood
over our heads.
Dear small lights, sweet
cold bringers-of-joy,
the journey is brief,
the void endless and still
the eyes that catch
your latent brightness
glow.
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