A Little Silver Star

Of all the things I've made,

Across the years I've known,

There was one imperfect little gift,

That meant more than you could know.

I remember making something,

With these hands that rarely shook.

A little silver circle,

More imperfect than it looked.

A tiny star, a promise,

And the words I chose to leave.

Not to make you remember,

Or ask you to believe.

And if the world forgot your name,

If time should pull us far apart,

That little star would know you still,

Though I had never told you my heart.

(By your own choice…)

I could open doors to anywhere,

Yet couldn't tell you how I felt.

So I placed the words within a gift,

And kept the rest unto myself.

A little silver star,

A promise made in silence.

To know you through a thousand lives,

Beyond the reach of time.

Not to hold you, not to bind you,

Not to ask you to be mine.

Just to say that you were seen,

Even when the world went blind.

And if you never knew I loved you,

If our roads should drift apart,

You'd still carry something precious,

A little piece of my heart.

(A little piece of my heart…)

I remember when I gave it,

How you held it in your hand.

You saw a simple silver keepsake,

Not the feelings I had planned.

I could speak of stars and doorways,

Of the worlds beyond our view.

Yet somehow all my clever words

Deserted me with you.

I watched you smile, and smiled in turn,

Content to let the moment be.

For love was never something

You should owe in return to me.

And though I never said the words,

Or asked you to understand,

I hoped that little silver star

Would recognise your hand.

A little silver star,

A promise made in silence.

To know you through a thousand lives,

Beyond the reach of time.

Not to hold you, not to bind you,

Not to ask you to be mine.

Just to say that you were seen,

Even when the world went blind.

And if you never knew I loved you,

If our roads should drift apart,

You'd still carry something precious,

A little piece of my heart.

When the final doorway shattered,

And you vanished from my sight,

I remembered that small promise,

I'd placed beneath the light.

Not a spell to bring you back,

Not a claim upon your name.

Just a star that knew the truth,

Though the world might never be the same.

And if I had that moment once again,

I'd make it just as before.

Perhaps I'd straighten out the edges…

Though I rather doubt you'd ask for more.

A little silver star,

A promise made with love.

Not to change the path you walked,

Or the person you'd become.

And now you stand before me,

With your hand inside my own.

You didn't need that little star,

To find your way back home.

But I would make it all again,

Every imperfect part.

For the gift was never just the silver…

It was the truth inside my heart.

"For Alexia Rose — by her own choice."

There you are, darling.

I believe that little star

Kept its promise rather well.

(Until we meet again…)