about the stars

just a fanciful sketch about the stars

Last night after the moon blushed

I glimpsed a cracked and wrinkled star.

It was ancient and fading.  I watched it spew lightning

And glitter as it fell.

A piece of the colossal crystal mosaic was now gone.  

Twisted glass and molten silver crumpled on the earth.

I saw the star fall and ran to it.

The moon lit my path with her blush.

I burned my fingers. 

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[Enid Blake]

Nice underlying message in this one ;)