My respect was for this writer was well-deserved by these last six lines:
“Does the Universe mourn the dying star?
Or does it celebrate it giving birth to new possibilities?
Does the star truly die?
Or can it only transform?
For I am stardust.
Dancing in the darkness.”
Inspired, I wrote this and had great fun doing it:
“Do we not fall apart
Into what seems a timeless dark
Only to someday collide
With some drifting supernova?
From within fall apart
Who are we?
If we are not stars,
I do not know who we are.
We shine and fizzle
We are born
And we do explode
We are so far away from others
Yet we long for them to look at us
To accept that we, like stars, should not be hidden behind human constructs or adjusted
By human lights.
NO! We should be celebrated, for, like stars, we are strong and bright.
Like stars, we glisten as we survive the night.