dedicated to Michelle Pfeiffer
 
 

Remember looking way, way up
trying to read your fate
from blinking, dancing, smiling lights?
They seemed to be the gate
to better future, happier life,
to passions, which could bring
the secret force and fill your heart
with light, so you may think
you're heaven's daughter. People say:
"Unreachable so far".
What is your name, if I may ask?
"My name is Brightest Star."

 So, you are gone. Your dream came true;
or, maybe I am dreaming?
On the firmament at the dusk
new star is proudly gleaming.
She gambols, dances dance of joy
happiest amongst spheres' crowd;
swathed in a twinkling star dust train...
it must be you, no doubt.

 Should I say something like "best wishes"
or, maybe, just "good luck"?
I miss you but for your own sake
I shouldn't want you back.
The constellations greet you there,
I send you friendly sigh;
you're happy, I am sad although
I know it's not good-bye.
It is a little fear I feel
which I am scared to name;
for every night I look up there
the sky is not the same.
Some stars are gone. The Universe
is famous for its crashes;
star dust instead of sheen becomes
the handful of gray ashes.
Forget the worries and don't cease
to brighten up blind nights;
I dreamt the same once in my life --
my doom turned off the lights.

 Now I am looking way, way up
in your wake - farthest far...
I'm asking: Shine for all of us.
please, Dear Brightest Star.

(May 1990)