Stars falling

A plump little hand plucks a star

away from the transparent film

and lands it on my nose.

His innocent eye has a sparkle -

it outshines any star.

He smiles in appreciation and

satisfaction -

He has other plans.

Stars begin to lazily fall

to our feet.

He picks one up and through

powers of its own, the star

is placed on his chubby chin.

Oblivious to the star's destination,

stars are plucked and scattered

liberally -

There is no holding back with the stars.

Soon, the star picking game fades away.

Stars are amassed and abandoned -

Left to absorb its surrounding light.

And when the sun falls -

The glow will show

the young boy

the power of stars when there is no light.