Falling Star

written last night with weary bones and tired perception, but sometimes i crave that pencil to paper sensation.

My bright shining star,

       oh how your magic touches me

         how your radiance beams

    streams of glittering sea in my dreams

 

you lie on a blanket of darkness

    hovering above with protective gleam

you wrap around my weary bones

    and beckon me to your beauty

 

It has always been known

that I look up to you

   each night under a light show

 

I only hope one day, my little star

        you’ll fall for me, as I have you.

   for seeing you shoot across the sky

  proves that even the most

       lonely, simple, wandering soul

     make the stars stumble and the moon hide

 

my little star, fall for me.