The star that I thought was a miracle is now as small as me,
And the star that was next to it is as small as me.
The star that was great is not as great anymore.
I am not as drawn to it as I was before
That one was so far away that I couldn't reach it,
But now there is one that I can reach
It is brighter than me, but it is within my grasp.
See, the difference between this miracle and the last one,
Is that I know this one views me as a miracle, too.
Although, the new star changes colors from red to blue and back again,
It can't decide what color it wants to be,
When the color changes to blue, it moves farther away from me,
And when it is red, it moves closer.
I want to be close to this new found miracle,
Because the brightness of it draws me closer.
I hope that finally, one day, it will stick to one color,
And it will stay close to me,
Even when it is my time to explode.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.