Disclaimer: Sailor Moon does not now, nor has she ever belonged to me, as much as I wish she did. This poem is written by my little sister, and I very much have her permission to use it, but if you like it, and want to do something with it, just let me know, I'll pass it along, and I'm sure she'll agree, as long as it's reasonable, and she can have a link to whatever it is you are going to do.

NOTE: Not Beta-ed. I didn't like the Idea of beta-ing it, so I didn't,

AN: I read this one day, quiet some time ago, and just thought if Seiya/Usagi, so I asked if I could make it a fic, and now I have! This is mostly kinda basically Anime based, with just a bit of Manga info thrown in to make it work perfectly.

The first half of this is sort of during the episode with the carnival at school; this is before that, when Seiya is below Usagi's window the night before, the next stanza is also kind of at the Last Concert, and the last stanza is at the very end.

The POV is kind of split, the bold is the personal look from Seiya's point of view, and the other part is from Sailor Star Fighter's point of view, if that makes sense. The Italics is the actual poem.

Star
There's a star caught in the window

It's fallen from the sky

Cleaven from its resting place

When the crescent moon sailed by.

I stand here, outside your window,

We came here as shooting stars.

We came here for our Princess.

She followed the light of the White Moon.

It's tapping at the window pane

Its solitude to flee

Among the globes of light inside

Is where it wants to be.

And wonder what it would be like if you loved me.

She followed your pure Light.

She came to you, and all those around you, all those you hold dear.

She came here in hopes that you would save her, that you would take us in.

It's frightened of the dark and cold

And pushing at the glass

Till a breeze blows the window open

Allowing it to pass.

For a moment, I think a butterfly goes by, and then you come out

You helped us,

You lead us when she was gone,

You gave us a purpose as she had hoped you would.

But it's left its native abode too long

It's lost its glow and sheen

Waning now, it fades away

Unnoticed and unseen.

The crisis has passed, and back home we now go.

We must rebuild what we lost, what you gave back to us,

I turn, and I try to say what it is that I feel, before I am gone.

Even as we say good-bye, I wish you'd notice me.