The Star scuttles across the skies
finding and changing orbits.
Escaping into the twilight,
when stuck in one satellite for to long.
It thrives on the eyes that look upon it.
Always hiding its scorching heat behind it’s glittering glow.
Many try to catch it,falling towards the night .
Those who do, find heartbreak in their palms.
It’s still not understood, why they could not stop gazing.
It was a look that seemed clasped upon a blinding spectacle.
Tricked by this delightful burning.
They can’t clean off this permanent ash,
completely soiled by the shooting Star.
Forever scared and left lonely by a false light,
that lead them to dusk.