Shattered

I gaze into a star-flecked void
And see the beauty that lies there
The Order in the Chaos
The Hope in each brilliant fragment.

Long ago, so long to perhaps be irrelevant
Those shards were whole
And took a shape so unlike what they are
One would not even recognize its form.

To call such a beautiful arrangement
Something broken or damaged
Is to ignore the very thing
That makes it such a work of art.

I see you reflected
In every burning star,
The burning forges
That make the parts greater.

Is the night sky broken?
The Sun reflected in the Moon
A mistake?
I think not.

So I yearn to feel your curves
Embrace your warmth
And stare deep into you
So like that star-flecked void.

You think you’re broken
You think you’re damaged
But you’re something beautiful
Something so unlike what you were before.

Much how you consider me
To be a radiant sun
Bringing warmth and light
When a sun cannot see itself.

It takes a moon for a star
To see its own light,
So use that light
And see how far your stretch.

Not broken,
Not shattered,
Wholly you
In a shape that cannot to be defined.