A Star With No Name

I know of a boy who's eyes were too bright to look at yet, too beautiful to look away

And I wonder,

Where did you come from?

Your mouth spilled out words that were not your own and I wondered,

Where did you come from?

I stood under a starless sky and you brought me a telescope

I wept over a flowerless earth and you carried out water to the seeds 

You brought me flowers

And your eyes shown too bright too look at. 

Where did you come from? 

You talked about going to space and your eyes lit up like the sun

And you're mouth danced around and told stories of constellations that hadn't been written yet

And I wondered if you would find your own star

Write your own story of how some great god swept a barren landscape with flowers and sprinkled stars in the sky

Write about how you were the first to see them and now your eyes tell the story of the god that gave telescopes for people to see stars went the sun went down

Where did you come from?

I wish upon the stars that haven't been named

And on the ones that have 

I wish for them to turn and look at the boy with the eyes too bright to look at and yet too beautiful to look away

I pray to the god you'll write about and I wonder if you'll write of a goddess

A goddess of laughter and light who falls in love with the stars and leaves them nameless 

And maybe she will learn to love something more than herself. 

Where did you come from?

There is a boy with eyes too bright to look at yet too beautiful to look away 

"Don't stare at the sun too long, you're bound to go blind" I am told and yet here I am

Staring at the stars sprinkled in the sky by some mighty god and I swear 

I can see your story playing out right before my eyes

What sun have you been staring at for you to have gone blind to the beauty you created?

Look baby 

Look how they shine for you 

For the boy with eyes too bright to look at yet far too beautiful to look away.