by April 15, 2014 0 comments

Millions of stars, millions of nights showerfall,
cascading down intoxicating you with light.
Your eyes pulled to those rapidly gathering them up,
shoving them in baskets, stuffing pockets.
The big ones – shiny ones – ones that sparkle bright.
Which is mine?
Darting, grabbing, stealing all around, their drunken greed
hungrily fed – frenzy – leaving you lost.
Silence sleeps.

The stars are gone – missed moment – weighted air
The crickets chirp their call.
You’ve never come in crashing
your lullaby quietly mine.
Ears straining to hear – waiting for my star to fall.

editors note:

So much sparkle and flash. Just need one in your pocket… yours. – mh

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