Once a star

Once a star camel down from travels distant,
Landing in my palm… ”Where ARE you from?” –
Questioned I.  “Oh, let me rest an instant…
I have crossed the skies, so deep and frozen.”

Then she added, sparkling so star-like,
In her voice – a bell of silver notes:
“Don’t you mind my size! So what if tiny?
Grand could be my purpose, that I know.”

“All you have to do is just remember
What is most important in your world,
I can grant your wish, in style ending
Distant journeys,” – those were her words.

But I know what I need like air,
It would hardly take too long to think:
Let me love and let that love be shared,
Let my mother never grow sick,

Let it be that on our planet wretched
Shooting stars are all that’s ever shot,
Let us trust, like kids: in good and friendships,
Love the rivers, forests, nature’s arts…(and the arts)

Let the grass again by scythes be mowed,
Let us venture daily to the moon,
Carry women in our arms, and hearts, and souls,
Let the plague and sword themselves be doomed.

Let our friendships never turn a burden,
Being true should never bondage be,
Let our age by wisdom be awarded,
Not become a toil or defeat.

By the bonfire – smoke in our hair –
Let us hum this tune, these wishes sing;
Let me love and let that love be shared,
Let my mother never grow sick...

So I spoke at length, but spoke vainly –
They were long, too long, my wistful words:
Little star – without and answer faded,
It was weak, too weak for such a world…