Shooting star
I saw a shooting star
white, sparkly and fiery
burning its way across the night sky
I made a silent wish
a whisper, a silent prayer
I wished I would fly
to the ends of what is known
to kiss the moon and touch the stars
alas it was just a wish
nothing more than a silent prayer
Ashen on the cold stone altar
of quiet gods, buried temples
it was nothing but a silent prayer
for that same shooting star
bright and glorious above
came crashing, splintered, broken
to the cold cold earth.
--Henry Akuete
(The Undying Poet)
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