If I Were A Star

A Note To My Love

If I were a star, I’d shine on you. I’d come down to your window while you slept and sing myself into your dreams. Wherever you walked in the land of dreaming, I would hold your hand and walk with you. If it were a dark dream, I would light our way. If it were a bright dream, you would be drunk on my glimmering.

​While I am a mortal, lying frail in my sick bed, I can’t hug you or hold your hand. All that I have at my disposal are words. I’ll shower you with linguistic sparks of affection. I’ll speak to you of starlight, of that which burns brightest and hottest. If I were to use those three little words, they would be far too small.

​If I were a star, I’d light the waking world for you. I’d warm the earth so that flowers would bloom bright and delicate at your feet and trees would grow tall, making sweet the air you breathe. In this way, I would be transmuted into air, into spirit, into a life-giving breath. Still, I would remain a star. You inspire such vitality, luminosity, and generosity that I long to radiate it back to you.

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