A Falling Star Came

A rising sound screaming through confusion

Or a lost spirit singing in shadow

Longing for a fire in the night to light the way

This sound like a falling star came

On pathways you built for me to wander

And found me on my knees begging the sky

To show me the face it keeps hidden

When the rain came it felt like your embrace

Down to the bone pierced the memory

Of you on a mountaintop

Your hair dancing in the wind

And your arms outstretched, ready to fly

Can’t seem to get mountains off my mind when writing recently. Not a bad thing, though, I’ll just have to keep exploring this vein until it runs dry.

Image by Yuri_B from Pixabay

4 thoughts on “A Falling Star Came

  1. This reminds me of what I know and do called repositioning. Someone says :everything is together: with all of who they are and they get picked up by the always female process place from the dark falling fire. What memory goes with you is interesting to understand about. Everything is agreeable.

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