Burning Stars are the Last to Burn

She gazed, lonely as a loon

Her green eyes flickered at the light of the moon

Her jet black hair so pristine it shines

Such much so that it is like these poem lines

Her loneliness vanishes in the presence that burns

Burns so bright she wonders in turn

‘Who are you?” she asks, curiously so

‘Oh why I am the star that shines, your one who glows’

Her forest eyes, now wide as lagoons

Make her question up towards noon

The Star laughs and laughs till hearts combine

As the burning sensation fills her eyes

Goodbye! Farewell! The star wishes

The girl promises upon no misses

As the star flies west

Right to her chest, the soul that burns within her, still bright.