Silver star

Last night, a shinning star went down. I didn't know if she was tired of flying, or if she couldn't do it at all. I found her on my yard. She was lost or resting. I couldn't figer it out then. Her brightness was changing, from light yellow to silver. It was something marvelous to see. I went upstairs, while everybody else were sleeping, with the star in my hands. I put her in a box, near the window. I thought, in my naivety, that if she could watch the moon, everything would be okay. At that time, I didn't know either, if she was sad, or quiet, but her face was without emotion, breathing slowly, with her eyes shut. I thought to myself, ¿What is going on? And when I looked at her, she said to me, "don't be afraid. Your time has come". ¿What time?, I asked. But she was gone, out of the atmosphere, dancing between dream to dream.