Little star (an old poem)

i have a secret that i want you to keep

i picked up the stars last night while they were fast asleep

they were twinkling so bright that i couldn’t miss

picking a handful and blow them with a kiss..

but, i was awakened with the sound of them, crying..

"bring us back home or our light will continue dying.."

so, i slowly placed them back to the sky..

but a little star gave me a woeful sigh..

it said it wanted itself to stay..

said "now i have fallen, it would be an honor to be blown away.."

i smiled and told the star that i agree..

"i’ll wrap you with a ribbon and blow you away for free.."

now, i have in my palm a star, no longer blue

twinkling happily as i blow it away to you..

the other stars are sadly looking down..

as though, they’re looking at the only star with a crown..

because the little star now twinkles happily as it was blown..

and it has made your heart its second home..