The Star,
Why do you call to me?
You burn and glow,
In the night of my darkened room,
IN the dark abyss,
Where I read you,
Flawlessly and true.
Are you to be my muse?
My savior from the dark,
The light and love,
That fills my saddened soul.
Or are you just a card,
With a pretty picture?
A face without a name.
The Star.
* this is about the tarot card, "The Star". I always seem to get that card...*
