"I want to see the stars,
they shine so bright and pale."
I imagine them so wonderful,
seen under a thin veil.
The veil of the universe,
a question in itself.
"Why must stars live to die?"
"You left them on the shelf"
I asked of spotted unicorns,
that lived another realm.
He spoke of tricks and make believe
that parents tried to tell'm.
I asked him "Why do people die?"
His agony had shown.
He turned to me and simply said,
"It's colder on your own".
