shooting star

Last night I saw a shooting star;

instead of wishing for you

I selfishly caught it by its tail.

I thought about all the dreams

I had prevented from coming true

as I swung it at your direction.

I didn’t care because

the others could fend for themselves;

because they could swear and curse

and hate me for my crime;

because all I cared about

was the moment you opened your eyes

to find the world’s glowing wish

waiting for you

by your pillowside.


One comment

  1. sandrabranum · June 5, 2013

    Thanks for stopping by my blog and liking my it. I look forward to reading more of your poems. Regards, Sandra

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