Poem

Shooting Star (Ottava Rima) While he does fall to winters frigid knees The summer skies do tumble from reprise With spring so long forgotten in the breeze His lonesome heart will wander in demise Such failing hope still grasping out to seize A glimpse of what is felt beyond disguise To touch the thoughts of passion in its wake While basking in its presence and partake To live without a dream is but to die And so his mind does fabricate desire Yet in the cold and bitter trials of night His emptiness consumes to douse the fire Its kindling dwindling dark unto the light Awaken to the morning's painful mire To walk among the living in a daze His soul found fading fast amid the haze As fleeting dreams turn back to cast a glance Forgotten faith lies somewhere out of reach As grace made haste while leaving not a chance The piercing of this heart it cannot breach Nor soothing of its weak and weary stance For shattered yesterdays did only teach That what is lost was never truly found And so he weeps for ties that never bound Upon this barren starlit winters eve A wisp of glimmer streaks across the sky The absence of his feelings took its leave To make room for a wish he now would cry A call for hope that he may soon believe With arms raised high, he gently closed his eyes And as he wished upon this shooting star He prayed another saw it from afar ©10/18/06 Paggles