The Broken Star

The shimmering stars called your name,

As I sat on the flames.

You were a broken star,

With plenty of scars.

The stars called your name.

To see if the trauma (of breaking) had been overcome.

I sat all night gazing at you,

For you had been renewed.

Perhaps you had been broken to become a masterpiece.

You, my love, are the showpiece,

Of my personal collection of centuries..