She's often in the dark, especially at night
But never has she seen a shooting star.
She sings her song every night
In hopes that one day she might.
"I’ve never seen a shooting star.
If I did, I would have wished
for the wish I wish every night.
That I wish I may I wish I might
make a wish to see the light!"
I would cover you head to toe in the most dazzling darkest of lace
but you shine so brightly that even the darkest of fabrics and cloth
could never sheathe your radiant glow and contain your luster
I wish I could hide you away in a place so very dark, so secure
I'd bury you in a billion rose petals to blanket your eyes, your lips
to keep you from the world of temptation, lust, and sins
If only I was selfish enough to take you a million worlds away
away from this unworthy and inadequate life of insecurity
fear of losing you takes over my being, I fear someone else will see
all your beauty and light seeping from the flower beds
glowing from under all that lace and spilling into the world
filling all those tainted people with thoughts of stealing you away
but I can't keep you to myself, I'll not allow such selfish actions
I can't keep the sun, the moon, and the stars from the earth
you are needed for warmth and sustenance, to control the ocean
You are the light that decorates the night sky with illumination
as if the sky was kissed by glitter, you make up every constellation
you are my shooting star, safe to view and wish upon from afar
Like a shooting star
You passed me quick and quiet
I forgot to wish
My very first attempt at a haiku
From the vastness of
The Night, a starry angel
Fell into my palm.
I saw a shooting star tonight on the way home from work. It descended so suddenly, in a ball of strange green light, plummeting straight from the heavens to the earth...
— The End —