Why We Never Really Died
Stars shatter,

Die, become matter,

Stars sculpt into worlds,

With energy unfurled,

Whose cries are muted,

But still suited,

For making a soul,

lingering and full,

For living and dying,

For simply trying,

For becoming the ground,

Safe and sound,

Decomposing, tried and true,

Stardust spread anew,

Till the world falls away,

and our stardust will stay,

Our world will spread,

And creation is fed,

By steady pace and tune,

Find a new moon,

And let fate find new life,

To bathe in kindness or strife,

to sit in our beginning's light,

To fight,

I hope that they call out to their sun,

Find they were not the only ones,

To be made of this stardust we have inside,

To find out who we were, and why we never really died.
['Hailey Jo Neal']
['Stars', 'Fiction', 'Fiction Writing', 'Poetry', 'Space']