For a star to shine, must others fade?
Tell me why we lose the path we made.
A sad face asking for a smile,
forgetting all that lives inside meanwhile.

Why does the night feel lone
when constellations shine and stars are shown?
When air is full and warmth is near,
why does the chest still hold its fear?

Tell me - if the sky were caged in walls,
would it shine more bright in mirrored halls?
Must laughter be contained, held tight?
The family, the open chest, the light?

Is it love when spoken every day?
Does silence make it fade away?
Is it love when kept for one alone?
Does loving all mean love has flown?

I look upon the Sun and see
a light that feeds without a fee
that shines on every path below
and never asks for thanks to glow.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Phaestian, in the year 1002 AF.