Starchild

Starchild, 
with galaxies in your eyes 
and constellations intertwined in your hair,
the questions I've always wanted to ask you
will go unanswered until
you return from the nebulae, 
chasing intergalactic rainbows 
and dreams that will never come true. 
When you enter the atmosphere, 
will you go up in flames?
Who will notice the return 
of the wayward Starchild,
who's coming back to Earth 
like a prodigal son and empty handed?
What were you expecting to find
out there?
Did those daydreams of yours 
finally become reality 
at the edge of the universe?
Moondust glistening on your skin,
how long has it been since 
you've smelled the sweet fragrance 
of honeysuckle?
When was the last time you've watched 
the sun set behind the mountains?
Does the sun set out there, 
where the attention is all encompassed 
by its glory?
What did those nights feel like,
alone in the darkness 
and questioning the very existence 
of everything around you?
...Wait.
Don't answer that one.
I already know the answer myself. 
Even though we've been lightyears apart,
perhaps the emptiness space holds 
can be the space between my bed and the light switch.
The glow and eruptions of new stars is like 
the expanse of new ideas 
and no one to share them with. 
When a star explodes, 
is it in silent elegance?   
Or is it in a loud,
angry roar, deafening 
and impossible to forget?
How often, Starchild,
did you wish your cries 
for sanctuary in the vast nothingness
were as loud as the planets crashing into one another?
Don't you wish your legacy would live
like the cosmos?
Instead, you sit and wonder when.
You wonder how.
You wonder why. 
Dear beautiful Starchild,
with a black hole of a voice
and Saturn's rings wrapped tightly round your neck,
you'll spend a lifetime asking yourself
why the universe offers so much
yet provides so little.
One lifetime will never be enough to answer this.
But I promise, Starchild,
there will come a time 
when everything will make sense.
The stars will guide you home, 
and please,
with fire and fury,
come home.
Come home, Starchild, 
and see what awaits you
in the earth below.
Taste the nectar of the flowers,
the salt of the sea. 
Feel the grass between your toes 
and the wind blowing knots into your hair.
Starchild, one day the Earth will be yours. 
You'll join the earth 
as your soul will find its place among the stars once again.
So blink slow, Starchild. 
Watch the galaxies while you can.