"Spinning, shooting, shattered star,

Is it lonely where you are?

Is there a comet in your heart?

Have you turned your absence into art?



Sighing, shining, splintered star,

Once so near and now so far,

Is there moonlight in your hair?

Do you close your eyes to stare?



Fading, fading, faded star,

You are still my favourite scar,

Screaming out into the night

Reflecting back the darkest light



Precious, precious, precious star

I keep your light inside a jar

Are you a stranger here on Earth?

Are you the measure of your worth?



Twinkle, twinkle, fallen star

What if love is all we are?"



Iain Thomas, ”Intentional Dissonance”