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For Vivienne.

You told me you'd like
To catch a star
And crown me with it.

Well, I am no God,
No Lord or Ladyship deserving of crowning.
I am no being of supreme strength
Or compassion
Or forgiveness.
I did not create Life
Or Death
Or stars.

Instead, I am a star,
Nestled in a cove of darkness
Waiting among the other celestials
For the Sun to look my way.

The problem with stars is that:
Even the brightest are knocked from their pedestals
In the heavens.
They fall through the night,
Burning,
And shatter upon impact with the Earth.

So:
If I am a star,
You are a cloud,
Catching me,
Embracing me,
Keeping me from harm.

And the light
That makes this star shine,
Comes from a cloud.