There once were stars, held high within that black
expansive tapestry of nightly shade–
like compass points they guided her through bleak
uncertainty, and fearfulness allayed.
She found in them the ancient heroes viewed
adventuring, great beasts and men adorned
resplendently. Their noble traits imbued
her thoughts and gave her strength when she still mourned.
Eclipsed in adolescence, she had seen
the starlight, glowing, crystalline, spun lace
of spider’s thread, and striving to stay sane
reclaimed those aspects blindness can’t efface.
Illumined is her memory. There once
were stars, and for her there is recompense.