~ The Shooting star ~
I shall not come and catch your blaze in my eyes every night,
As you remain clinged to the sky, shining polar bright..
I shall not roll over my foolish feet running, and fall to the cold ground,
every time dusk pours away onto the chilly naked back of the sky..
For not every star on the surface of that deep blue sky is destined to last till dawn..
For there are stars which shoot to the edge of the sky, and shatter into smithereens, tearing the darkness into two..
Strewn everywhere on the hazel brown meadow of my eyes, your effulgent pieces light up my quivering gaze..
I shall drown in this cold fire falling in,
just for the moment;
fragrant of ripe roses from my terrace,
and sparkly like confetti falling on silly grins,
For the night is young,
And breeze is saying that,
Even though you're broken, you shoot beautifully!
And wishes wait on your little twinkle to wake up and be granted..