Falling Stars


Standing tall among purple flowers
my mind races on for hours
As in the night, the stars fall on me
and the dazzling spectacle is all to be seen
This brilliant falling of the black atmosphere
with wind whizzing past me, making wind in my ear
The sparkles start to litter all around
making a small tinkle as each one hits the ground
This gift from the heavens that hang above
much more a sign than any previous dove
Telling me to finally look up in the sky
and forget about what happens after we all die
Holding out my hand, it is filled with small beams of light
They flicker and play the way small children might
Cascading off my shoulders, they form a small pool
And I learn more in its reflection than in any school

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