By Jazelle Handoush
Someday...you'll be written in the stars.
Not a single sparkling stud, twinkling in and out of fame.
No, you'll be the in-betweens. A dazzeling constellation against the darkest canvas.
You'll be a story, instead of solitary.
Never alone in the expansive space. Not worried of shining in spotlight for seconds, until eyes gaze upon a brighter bulb. No, you'll be an illustration to enlighten.
Someday I'll search for you in the sky.
Trace a finger through your hair,
Point out the sparkle of your eyes,
Show the world who you are from every edge.
"Look, there she is!"
Stepping in circles until you're found overhead.
And I'll tell them your story.
The girl no one knew, now knowing all. Sketched into the stars.
You'll never fade into the dark.
We ask, who wrote the stars up in the sky? As Zeus did Orion's tale, yours will personified.
We'll map your movements. Trace your shape with fingertips.
Soon.
Someday.
For now, I'll sketch the stars upon your sleeve.
So your constellation I'll always see.
Because you shine the light on me.
Copyright 2011 | Jazelle Handoush
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