~Crash, crash and burn, but never, never learn.
Though loftier deliverance endears the waiting eyes,
A violet belligerence besmears the saline skies;
Where stouter hearts reap ever-afters softer souls sew sighs
A race of all abandon stands, for dawn is on the rise.
Celerity itself alone cannot escape the vise
Of fragile phantom dreams come true, on which the heart relies
It burns a trail of ice and hail, a scream with no reply
And sails the skyline through and through, a beacon to the shy
It knew of haste, for sloth should waste the life within it wrought
And but a taste of hesitance would taint the cold whole “caught”
For moments spared too oft ensnared determination’s plot
As thus it seemed, it streamed away the strands to fight the knot.
But fate had known that one so flown across the eyes of night
Whose sole regard regaled the Bard, and sang the dream of light
Could ne’er shut its heart as tight, for fleeing needs no might
And thus it beamed, the moon seduced a whisper running bright.
Its tongue spun silver, played in gold, its center drank the gaze
Of fervent wordless murmurs for a way beyond the maze
For when the harsher rays abate, fragile feeling stays
And thus it gleamed, a splash of sun the frozen core waylays
And round and round the spiel it spun did rouse the hidden hearth
Encased in ice to ‘scape the price, the secret cost of mirth
A life of light is bound to shade, the price of freedom worth
Yet nonetheless in all is blessed the song of Hope at birth.
And thus it was, what once was free would sacrifice Eternity
For but a glimpse, a passing glance, the beauty of dependency
Entranced, the final starlit dance forever ends in tragedy
And thus it dreamed, a shooting star was born of our humanity.
So if you spy a sky besmirched with flame from end to end
A streak connecting dots to fly to unforeseen finish
Close your eyes, and dream the dream the fragile heart defends—
For every shooting star is only waiting for its wish.
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Submission Name: Shooting Star
