The Star Man From A Realm

The Star Man From A Realm

He did not arrive with noise or warning,

He simply appeared where thoughts grow thin.

As if the air had learned a new expression,

And decided to keep it.

Stars were pressed into his brow like memory,

Not decoration, not belief.

They marked what he had seen and survived,

In places language does not reach.

His eyes were not watching, they were listening,

Circles within circles, widening slowly.

The kind of gaze that makes you pause,

And wonder what you have just revealed.

He smiled as though he knew the ending,

Yet allowed the story to continue.

Not kindness, not threat, just awareness,

Balanced perfectly between worlds.

The space around him shifted quietly,

Time behaving differently in his presence.

Nothing hurried, nothing demanded answers,

Everything waited its turn.

He carried no message you could repeat,

Only a feeling that stayed behind.

A sense that you had been measured gently,

And found worthy of continuation.

When he fades, he does not leave absence,

Only the question of where you stand now.

Changed in ways you cannot explain,

By the Star Man from a realm unnamed.