Shooting star, shoot!
Set your course right
Streak into glory with embers alight
Shooting star, shoot!
Sweet, transient friend
Sages pen sonnets of your cosmic end
Shooting star, shoot!
Shed hope on the weak
Send silent succor to comfort the meek
Swiftly now, swiftly
Spend forth your light
Savor the splendor of painting the night
Songs for the sorrowful
Sands from the glass
Sound shining trumpets to herald your pass
Shooting star, shoot!
Surrender to dawn
Such fitting end to your grand marathon
Shooting star, shoot!
Spectacular dash
Speed to crescendo, surrender to ash
Shooting star, shoot!
Soul’s low refrain
Surely we'll never know your like again
About the Creator
Evan Lord
The only rule of heaven is to follow your heart. The only rule of hell is to follow someone else's. I've written for everyone else during my career. Today, I'm following my heart and writing for people who love to read, laugh and grow.
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
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