Lights! Action! Weaver's Poetry Bus!

Well, it's Weaver's turn at the wheel, and the one word we were directed to work with was star.
Having been Cecil B. DeMille-ing all weekend (cast of thousands, some of which are here: http://drumsleet.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-little-town-of-penpont.html ) my creative juices were both a little dry and running in only one direction.
So this one's for Rudy and Jean.

All the other astral passengers can be found, here:
http://weaverofgrass.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-bad-weather-tyres-on-poetry-bus.html

Choice

I am a two-dimensional figure.
Star.
Flat, there, on screen, on page.
Star.

Should you meet me
in the third dimension
I disappoint,
always smaller, somehow,
than you thought.

But I have a core, burning
to destruction for you,
so that my glory may illuminate
your mundane nights
for some little while.

Do I wish you could look
beyond surface and not be blinded
by the fact that I am solely matter?
No. I am two-dimensional
fantastic figure.
Star.