The Last Dying Star

A wounded boy floating loose in space
was amazed to come upon a dying star
and loving how its light felt upon his face
he forgot his every burning scar

So he took it, stole it right out of the sky
heading for an oasis hidden in the desert
hoping to make it there before his star should die
he prayed that the moon would heal its hurt

Now the heavens thundered learning of this theft
and sent down torrents to avenge the crime
but on seeing that the star was all the boy had left
the rains carried them safely to the edge of time

Where they were let into the heart of a supernova
to rest safely in the bosom of creation
yet the boy, seeing his star's life was nearly over
was forced to carry on to their destination

By now every creature had heard of their flight
every animal, every tree and every grain of sand
such that at each step closer to the desert light
the boy and his star found a helping hand

But when at once the star's light extinguished
all of nature shed tears of utter disbelief
and the boy disappeared as his star had wished
carrying nothing with him but grief

They wont say what became of that wounded child
or how long he survived the desert sun
but i hear he still cries out there in the wild
counting the stars and missing just one.