The words of the wind whiper 'Come my dear'
Sweep me off my feet
I'm struck by dazzling discords of sharpened breathes becoming beautiful
Galaxies of play swift through your hands
The electricity of communication shoots through your systems
Before the world says 'Hello' you breathe the stories of magic and wisdom
Born storyteller, walking on a different mental plane
Holding the air, letting it go with a blow
Traveling the sky and landing on my heart
But you can only stay for a day
But the words of the wanderer, forever may they stay

Shooting star I am
To your world I come
I give joy and happiness
Relax and lessen stress
To those who are hopeless
Or the person who waits
To see me, I guess
Or whiper wishes

Shooting star I am
To your world I come
To you I fall onto
That I gave all to you
And did all I can do
That I forgot to know
You'll make me smaller so
And break into pieces too.