Oh, Shooting Star
Oh, shooting star
So surely it is that
Your kind will fade away
Into something that is quite surely
Invisible
Such beauty lost and eaten alive
In a sense
Oh, how I wish
Shooting stars landed
Within but an arms reach
What indulgence I could give
To make it whole again
But a shooting star
One as lovely as this
Must truly be nurtured
Must truly be nurtured
And I weep
At the crime against nature
That is to let the shooting star fade
Chris Kirby
10/19/03
12:19 AM
