Stargazing

A star was born
In right earnest,
A bright light
That shone through the void -
Brought about by aeons of coldness
And an expanding universe
Running away from its own beginnings
And unable to escape.
And this dear star shone
And burnt through the nothingness,
Till something beautiful existed -
Many worlds,
And life,
And love.
And though it has not yet been
A hundred years,
It feels like it has been this way
Since the world began
Or at least my own -
Like my entire universe
Has been waiting,
Holding its breath,
In fear of blowing out the flame of hope
That one day, just this would exist.

I know that star is far away,
But I find myself caught at night,
Gazing up at the dazzled sky,
Even through cloud and rain and mist,
Peaceful in the knowledge that my star exists
And is out there,
Waiting till we can see each other again.