Upon Seeing A Shooting Star
 
 
 

Piercing through
Days utmost wish
Sparkle and Fade*
Then disappear
Among those living
Brighter gone
(The shooting star wish not upon)
Bright, unalive
Just memory
I would not give my love to thee

Shining through
My utmost dream
A constant nova
Reappears
Among the living
Brighter still
(The need in me you more than fill)
Hidden, alive
Known just by me
I give my every hope to thee

*thanks to Everclear
also thanks to Dan for the word nova