falling stars
poem
Whoosh
There goes another star.
It’s the 48th, I counted.
They were all so bright,
They looked full of life.
I don’t feel the cold of the grass against my back
While my head is laying on your chest.
It provides all the warmth I need,
It keeps me alive.
Like how the fire did to the cavemen,
And I want to keep guarding it, just like they did,
So it keeps being bright and warm and never fades out.
I will keep watch, I will keep on watching forever.
So the fire doesn’t dim and the warmth doesn’t disappear,
I will take all the watches.
The star is flickering,
It’s losing light.
Has it been gone for a while?
It must have been years since it has gone out
But we just couldn’t notice.
Because the light of even the brightest star
Reaches the Earth too late,
Too late to do anything.
But I will keep a close watch on my star,
So it doesn’t flicker, so it keeps shining so bright,
It will never fade out.
I feel like I’m falling asleep
But, no, I can’t!
Where is the next shooting star?
When will it fall?
I need to see it before I descend to slumber,
I need to see many before!
Whoosh
The 49th, and a sigh of relief
Whoosh
The 50th, and suddenly it’s easier to breath
Whoosh
Whoosh
Whoosh
Keep on falling stars,
Keep on falling until I lose count.
Just keep on falling. I will stargaze
And keep staring at the lights.