Reblogged from quintessintial
“Spinning, shooting, shattered star,
Is it lonely where you are?
Is there a comet, in your heart?
Have you turned your absence into art?
Sighing, shining, splintered star,
Once so near and now so far,
Is there moonlight in your hair?
Do you close your eyes to stare?
Fading, fading, faded star,