She was to me, a troubled star
Burning in breathless beauty without a reason
A single twinkle on this blackened soul
A rigid lighthouse, an erratic beacon

She said to me, “I am turmoil beneath your conscience”,
“I am the calm before the thunder”
On the beach while pointing stars
She laid her head upon my shoulder

And sank her uttermost grief unto my thought
How poignant and lost she must had been
If only she would wrap me in absolution
If only I could see what she had seen

Her smiles, her voice, I have tasted
consuming all shapes of pain and strife
The night she laid her warmth upon my heart
was the most striking moment of my life

She was to me, so much indeed
a troubled star, yet still a star
She was truthfully my long lost heaven
And I was to her, a supernova