Falling Stars

The Stars are falling as the little boy cries

Why do you cry I ask, but he doesn't hear

All he hears are the sounds of crashing lights

Lights in the sky that are false, they are false stars, he says

Where have the real ones gone?

Once the False ones die will I dissapear?

 

Little boy, I whisper the night's air crisp, the grass moist and the mood free

Little boy, who says these stars are anymore false than the last?

What made the other ones real, What makes these ones fake?

 

He doesn't hear me, he cries harder and more stars fall

All I hear is crashing lights, he moans, the sound of

Falling

Falling stars.

 

Little boys with dead eyes, half open to the stars and asleep to the world

Crying about stars and falsehoods and wrongs, crying as the stars falls. crying as they burn.

Author's Note

I had strange inspiration for this, and I wrote it on a whim so.