I heard of a wanderer once that found her way back home

I had someone once that was made of cosmic dust

rebelious, full of life

always falling down from a star

someone both strong and fragile ( but aren't we all like that? )

and the stars she would fall down from

were always constructed

of sharp-cut edges

( they sparkled beautifully

reflected in the moon but they caused wounds, they caused red tears

in between the fabric of her heart )

I felt someone once that was made of cosmic dust

they bled with moondrops

sugar and traumas held too tight,

they kept their innocence

even when the world

kept crushing their shell, their armour

I met someone once that

was made of cosmic dust,

of glitter and the biggest of hearts

a someone I tried to glue back together

after each of their falls

I took a needle and countless moon threads

to mend what was damaged

I helped, I soothed

but she was never mine to fix,

and after light years from that time

I have found that what needed

to be mended

was only for her to heal

I knew someone once

that was made of cosmic dust

and now they are a new born planet

that learned how to breathe

in their own beautiful cosmic depths

and as painful as it was

you becoming a planet on your own

without my help, without my moonlit soul

gave me the power to become a planet of my own

a cosmic dust that found her own home

a melody just for her