Can't you see the falling stars,
Their multiplying light,
They make their mark on the ever darkness,
Coursing gracefully through the night,
Into smoldering of an atmosphere,
That resists their every advance,
This is a star burning its life away,
Not merely courting or asking for a dance,
It is the most beautiful ending,
To a something unknown in a bursting brilliant light,
Never something unwanted,
But a wish in the still lonely night.
Seeing the magnificence as stars die in flight.