Shooting Stars

Stars fall

Showers of the dreams they held

Secrets they shall never tell

Wish upon their dying breath

as they plummet from the sky unto the earth

a faint line, tracing night sky

dreams rise

shooting stars down

whisper

the tears of the sky will hear

They shall embrace the fear

for they see so much

but resigned not to touch

only to listen to our hearts

spirits lift, a parting gift

of shooting stars