There was stardust in his eyes

Always shining and bright

His voice, that of an angel

Soothing the most bitter hearts

He knew how to fix me

Getting lost in his embrace

Until the day God decided

To take my sunshine away

a shit night you say?

well

i would have to disagree.

it’s just a normal night.

here again, all of us

the same stars

the same ubiquity.

but it’s not so bad.

there have been worse

much

MUCH

worse.

so raise that fucking chin of yours!

look up for once.

here we are, goddamn you!

all of us

in the gutter anyway

so we might as well enjoy the stars.

Stardust is falling

From the nighttime sky

Twinkling in the atmosphere

Like their predecessor

It's a beautiful red

Bright and pure

Deeper than that of the blood in our veins

It mingles in the air

Like cobwebs that have fallen from space

They mix and mingle and intertwine

With the rich shade of blue known as moondust

In the fall they combine and combust

Popping and sparking and pulsing

Gliding to the ground like ashes

There, they settle

Like a blanket of snow

Where they sow their seeds and seep

Into the ground below our feet

Sinking like that of water

And from the ground

Where they had lain

Bloomed a beautiful flower of purple-

Opening only in that of night

In honor of which they were born

She was hunched

over the table.

Soft crinkled skin

around her closed eyes.

Dead still,

muscles stiff.

I started to sing

a song from her youth.

Her eyes opened and

suddenly there was stardust

where a dull grey had been.

She bobbed her head

and tapped her toes.

She sang every word.

Stardust.

Rarer than the rarest metal,

More precious than a simple ‘must’.

Its light pierces the darkest nights,

Healing and destroying at its user’s will.

Hope and despair aligned.

Stardust,

Synonymous to a fallen star.

Punishment is its descent.

I’ve heard that it is awe-inspiring,

But for me it inspires sadness.

Sadness that something so beautiful, so wondrous,

Had been banished from where angels reside.

The new star

the temporary star

glowing in the day

and night

The star was large

I heard

before it burst

in full spectra

Its light reaching

my eyes.

Eyes made of stars

that died

They burst too

millions and billions

of years ago

from across the galaxy

Their dust and energy

spewing out

across space

the non-empty void

Some dust falls

toward singularities

E = m (c * c) and

their escape is radiation

Some dust spirals away

showing a hidden remnant

of a vast

mystery

But my eyes

are made from dust that

cleared interstellar obstacles

and landed here

And now this dust

sees as more dust

flies out, and will perhaps

create eyes like mine.

Dear sky

How changing you can be

For pale blue with stars vanished was all I yesterday could see.

But then, my gaieties were taken;

And my beliefs

all mistaken!

But, tonight you wear garments made of shiny stars

Now, tell me dear sky

Did you lend him your stars?

For with stardust threads

he stitched all my scars!

Stardust. That's what we're all made from. The chemicals that build our bodies originated in stardust just the same way we started in our mothers' wombs.

When I told my mother this in tenth grade after I learned it, she laughed at me. "Stardust? Please, Kelsie, you're nowhere near that special."

As always, I sighed and feigned a smile. My mother wasn't the best as making us feel our best, but she was our mother. It may not have been written anywhere, but we were bound by law to love her in some portion.

I went to school the next day with a bruise on my cheek and a scrape on my knee. Of course, they weren't from my mother. She didn't think I stole her cigarettes at all. She hadn't gotten drunk last night and pushed me to the ground after punching me. That was absurd, Mrs. Young, my mother had never laid a hand on any of us.

I lied the bruise and scrape off as an elaborate story about falling from my bike. Despite being battered every day as a child, I had a creative mind. In fact, maybe I had my mother to thank for the creativity in my imagination. After all, I'd spent months on end imagining what it would be like in a loving family, where I would have a father who did not die from alcohol poisoning and two brothers who didn't hate their lives and get locked up in jail. We would sit down for dinner every night, have long, happy conversations, and retire to bed after playing games or watching a movie.

The life I longed for never came, though.

My mother was diagnosed with cancer within two weeks of the cigarette incident.

She died three months after being diagnosed.

I wasn't too torn up.

I'd plunged into my schoolwork as usual to hide from her, did things around the house, and spoke with my brothers. One of them was getting out of jail in two months, and I would live with our aunt until he got out. Then I would move in with him.

Mother was too weak to yell at me, let alone hit me, so I was actually kind of relieved.

Dressed in a brand new black dress, I left the house with my aunt on the day of the funeral. Blonde hair, finally trimmed and tied back the way I liked it, spilled down my back, and my dress swished around my legs. I'd never worn a dress before, and I found I enjoyed it. I'd have to buy more when I was able.

Mother looked exactly the same she did when she passed out. Her blonde hair was shorter than mine, trimmed by her chin. Gaunt, sharp features stared up at us from the coffin. Her tanned hands crossed over her beer-gut of a stomach.

Even if it was a little morbid, I reached out and touched her cheek gently. A small smile crossed my lips. "Goodbye, Mom," I whispered to the corpse.

I could hear her response ringing in my mind. "This isn't 'goodbye,' Kelsie, it's 'see you soon.'"

When I took my seat in the front row of the seats, next to the brother I would soon be living with, Kyle, something left a shiny powder on the hem of my dress. I frowned at it before realizing it was make up.

"Kelsie McCollough has a few words to share with you all about her mother."

I stood slowly, rethinking all of the lies I was going to tell these people. I didn't know if I could do it.

When I faced the group of family and friends, standing behind the microphone and podium, I simply stared. My lips parted a few times, like I was ready to speak, but I stopped before saying anything.

I looked down at my fingers, the ones that had touched my mother's cheek and picked up the shining pink blush.

Swallowing hard, I glanced back up.

"The components that make up the human body originated in stardust," I begun, leaning forward slightly. The group around me simply stared. "Most of the chemicals within our bodies grew into what we have named from stardust, and they fell to Earth for us to find and name. Isn't that awesome?"

Some people laughed and agreed. I caught my aunt's eye, and she grinned at me.

"Mother didn't seem to think so. I told her this, and I told her that the chemicals were born of stardust like we, made of these chemicals, were born of our parents, like we left the mother's womb. Her reply to me was this: "Stardust? Please, Kelsie, you're nowhere near that special." Special- that was what my mother seemed to want. She wanted to go out special, and she wanted to be special, but she never got the chance."

The whole crowd seemed to be holding their breath.

"This is her chance. Ashes to ashes," I said, licking my lips, repeating the minister that had introduced me, "dust to dust. You know what I say to that? Let's transform it. Just for this woman- this abusive, abused, torn apart, drastic disaster of a woman- let's change this. Let's transform it into something new that applies better.

"Ashes to ashes." I say, proud for the first time in my life. "Stardust to stardust. Goodnight and goodbye, Mother. Perhaps I'll see you in the stars one night."

A glowing star, burns bright and fast

Dies in explosive finale

Leaving stardust in its chilled wake

Swirling in timeless dances.

Until such time passes, stardust

Clumps together forming new things

New stars, planets, new everything.

A pattern, never ending.

I see you there, near midnight's shroud

Heralded by a shooting star

To mark your importance to me

The sign that I've been waiting for.

To kiss your lips, is to taste stardust fair.

For a thousand stars died to make you mine.

your gaze

turns my stomach into

butterflies.

your touch

turns my heart

into a rapid fire gun

and your kiss

turns my whole being

into nothing but stardust.

you make me feel

as if i can never

reach harm,

as if i could never

feel pain again.

you're healing me,

gluing up my tiny

broken pieces,

but you're putting some

of your pieces in the mix

and stealing mine

to patch your missing parts.

we have healed each other

and now i can't live without you.

you are part of me,

and i, you.

all it took was love and a little stardust.