How can I mourn the death
of a star that shone so brightly,
a beacon that lit my days
and called me home at night?
We are all stardust, pieces
of heaven drifting in space,
taking our place in eternity;
a gift of light for those
able to see the glimmer, the hope,
the spark that burns in each of us.
No, I do not mourn but celebrate
the radiance that lit my night,
still blazing through infinity
traveling at the speed of light
© Ginny Brannan 2022