A visitor

 

Dear Little Prince

Who had tamed the fox?

What have you done?

With the sheep's paper box

And the rose with her vanity

Did she survive?

And you on your asteroid

Do the baobabs still thrive?

I am lost too

In the desert with no well

I've abandoned myself

For I am only a shell

The stars they do own me

I'm written in their books

My rivers and lakes

My admiration and looks

Yet I am not praised

For the lights I have illumed

Or for any of the baobabs

Which the sheep have consumed

I am watched oh so closely

By a snake of the sands 

Who promises to reunite

Me to the lands

And then I am reminded

The heart does see rightly

By the laughter of the stars

As they shine themselves brightly