You Were My Star

You were my star.

You were my beacon,
my point of light,
which guided me through the night.

You were my rainbow,
the splash of color
after the storm had passed.

I counted on you.
I looked for you.
I wished upon you.

And one night, you weren't there.
And one day, you weren't there.
And I was lost.
And I sat down.

Bewildered.
Confused.

Where did you go?
Why did you go?

There's nothing but a black sky.
The wind and the waves and the fog
have me paralyzed
paralyed in fear
fear of not knowing where to go
where to look
where to turn.

I wished upon you, star,
and now I wonder where you are.

And so I sleep.
And dream.

A thousand sunrises and a thousand sunsets
invade my dream
blurring night and day and
the present and the past
until I'm just floating in air
alone
surrounded by
nothing
like I'm trapped in a blank canvas
no sound
no breeze
nothing.

It's calm.
It's peaceful.
It's unsettling.
It's just me.
And a single, tiny, bright light.
Getting brighter and brighter
And warmth.
Slowly increasing warmth.

And then I awake.
The sun is shining on my face.
I look around and ask:

Were you my star?
Or was I your light?
Would you have been my rainbow,
if I wasn't your sun?
Was it time for you to go?
Was it time for me to leave?

As the day turns to night
and the night turns to day,

It is time for me to move forward...