Saturday night the sky was full of shooting stars.
Last night the stars were falling,
drifting from their anchorage
in the shallows of the night,
drawn to some rumoured wonder
below the rim of the sky.
Saturday night the sky was full of shooting stars.
Last night the stars were falling,
drifting from their anchorage
in the shallows of the night,
drawn to some rumoured wonder
below the rim of the sky.
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I like the thought that the stars were drifting about looking for the next best thing–although you say it so beautifully. ๐
Stormy here, so we couldn’t have seen the stars falling.
Those last two lines were wonderful!
It’s easy to get carried away by the night sky. Being able to see stars is still a novelty for me.
I don’t remember when I saw a night sky filled with stars without a thought in my head. In childhood, it terrified me, and in adulthood I never gave it a chance.
I bet your skies are full of stars.