Etoile

So many guiding stars. So many misleading stars.
Some are bright. Some are dim.
Some don’t even know they’re dead yet.
For the light are still on the way to tell the news.

There are lucky stars.There are bad ones too.
Some are named. Some are strangers.
Some are begging to be known and loved.
And some are just plain prick in the night sky.

Once in a while there are wandering stars.
And tonight I grabbed a fallen star.
With bright promises and blazing tail.
And coax it to fly away, a way out of this system.

And named her Etoile.