Morningstar.

Burning cinders from Heaven fell from the raven sky,
As she wiped the frantic tears from her broken eyes,
And picking up shards of the golden stars in distress,
She put together a perfect little wedding dress.

But on her hands and knees she begged for you,
Asking when you'd come home from the army crew,
And with tears clouding her sky blue eyes she bowed her head,
Tracing her quivering lips painted in crimson red.

And as she held your tattered picture up to the sky,
She said: 'Oh Mr. Morningstar, please tell me why,
My heart seems to be breaking, and there is no groom,
His last letter just returned to me, smelled like my perfume,
With a certificate saying he would not be coming home,
But little Abby, she is now almost fully grown,
Without a Daddy to be there at Parent's night;
But she stood still; her hands were shaking with fright,
As she held her speech and read with tears in her eyes,
Telling all of her friends about his final good-bye,
And as she held her hands up in a loving prayer,
The spotlight shone bright down on her golden hair.
I know he would be so proud to see her standing strong,
But Mr. Morningstar, I know this isn't where we belong.
People always watch, as we walk on through town,
Expecting to see us smiling, no longer sad and down,
And with their sympathy and fake apologies,
It sets my heart on fire, burning to a mad debris,
And on my knees I'm begging for another chance,
One last chance for a simple last dance.'

And as she finished, she looked up to a golden smile -
Saw herself walking down the shattered wedding aisle,
On her right hand, there was the wedding ring,
And in her porcelain ear he lightly began to sing:

'I want you to keep on living like I'm still there,
And my little Morningstar, this is my prayer,
You shine so bright from so far away,
And I know I'm the smile you wear everyday,
But baby, you got to go on and keep on living,
Your hearts got a lot of love, so keep on giving,
I want to see you smile again, so know that I'm alright
Keep on going and don't you dare give up on me tonight.'

And as she tilted her head to cry,
She looked up to the broken sky,
But from the side of her eyes she swore she seen,
Him standing there watching her in his army green.

- Jenna Elphick
April 14, 2007