Accept your Candle, Weep for the Stars

A light I see, far off in the distance. It's a star, I told myself.
No other thought surpassed it, I want to reach it.
I struggle in the darkness, slowly heading for it, not knowing, not thinking.
I know this is what I want. I want the star.


It gets brighter, I can feel its warm touch, though I'm far from it.
Joy overwhelms my soul, I'm so close, so close to
my star. It's my star and nothing else matters.
I reach with my fingers, to touch it.


A candle. A lowly candle, my thoughts shattered.
This is not what I wanted. It's not my star.
I blink, and blink again, I see clearly. Up above.
There are hundreds, no millions of stars.


Why haven't I seen them? Why did I only notice that candle?
All of them, just there?
I reach for the sky, but they start to fade.
Why do they fade, but the candle still burns?


My candle. I get it now. It's my candle, I can't change that.
I accept that I will receive nothing else.
But I weep, I'll never have that star.
Or the other million that was within my grasp.