its light, fading through its years of life,

fading fast...

A glimmer of an eye in the shadows is the only one that can understand.

She knows how it feels to grow old and yet still be so young,

For the eyes themselves tell her age, not her own form..

Longing to be like the others of her kind, in some way or another,

Just as the lonely star should have been.

It fades faster and faster, until all its fire burns out,

Nothing with remain but a heart of stone...

For she knows,...knows only too well...

Her heart burned but one time too many,

Nothing remains to fuel its fire.

Long ago she was innocent and new,

In a world she could not find, .

Those eyes burn with the fire of that of all the stars,

But that fire never reachs her heart

Alone she has lived most her life, not longing for the others,

Not wanting to be a part of their reality...

Her dreams are the only thing to comfort her during the night,

For they give promise of a new life...a rebirth...

A new world.

Though she only knows that it can never be so,

For she is made of ice and she lives within the ice,

In its silence, in its beauty, alone and lost..in a cold world,

Not knowing where else to turn.

She has only the stars there to guide her...

Her wings to take her....

And her dreams to live each day through...

For she is the dragon of the stars...

~Dawn 1/26/1998