I.
The astronomy of my universe
Held two shining stars

Both bright
Both equally important
And both were the glue
Melding my sanity in place

There once was a third.
This one was the hope
My once naïve heart
Held onto with all the optimism
Of an untainted child

This third star was love.

Through countless battles
And tugs-of-war
Between my glowing soul
And my logical wisdom,
Between illusory love
And the truth of my heart

Love

Was

Lost

And out blew the flame of that once shining star.

Which brings me to the beginning once again.

II.
The astronomy of my universe held two shining stars.
Both bright and equally important
Both bonding the frailty of my sanity

The expression that one is truly blessed
If a single true friend brightens one’s lifetime
Had certainly proved itself to be true
Or so I thought…

True friendship - This became my boldest star of all; star number two.
Never had I taken for granted
The gift I received,
The day she was revealed to me
As the one soul that proved
All “friends” before her
were nothing but mirages.

I was so thankful
So blessed

Until star numbered two turned into an illusion
And out blew the flame of my trust for this one special person

And now
Here I stand
With nothing but my number one star

III.
My first star was kin – Bright enough to blind even the strongest of sight.

Until…

The binds of Pride divided it
It still shines, though not as before
Amazing how death,
although truly rebirth in disguise
Can piece by piece tear a family apart

And then there were five.
The strength of my love for these five precious souls
Keeps the fire alive in that once blinding star

IV.
The astronomy of my universe held two shining stars.
Both bright
Both equally important
Both linking my heart, soul and mind in harmony.

But now
The astronomy of my universe holds one shining star.

And come hell or high water – this star shall not die.

©Brianne Gregory