She Who Calls the Stars
Her spirit rises where words cannot reach,
calling the old light home again.
Each spark that answers her song
Is a memory of love unforgotten.
The sky bends to her courage,
for she carries the prayers of many hearts.
Her hands do not grasp—they give,
and the universe opens in return.
Those who see her will know—
The stars are not above us,
they are within us,
waiting to be remembered.
She Who Calls the Stars
Her spirit rises where words cannot reach,
calling the old light home again.
Each spark that answers her song
Is a memory of love unforgotten.
The sky bends to her courage,
for she carries the prayers of many hearts.
Her hands do not grasp—they give,
and the universe opens in return.
Those who see her will know—
The stars are not above us,
they are within us,
waiting to be remembered.