Shooting Stars All

Shooting stars all Ashen faced; us, the dust floating aimlessly feeling unimportant and dull. We aim for something so much bigger. We collide and burn in fiery flash. The other motes, watch and applaud. We the shooting star; fleeting, bow out, and encourage the others. Like petals falling from the flower of hope Trekking and heaping the sand we walk on this pebble, circling a stark plug and build our little kingdoms. At night we look up and see the shooting stars and contemplate our mortality. Knowing we are drawn to something so much bigger, and we burn on entry to our heaven. A fiery death, that cleanses and embraces our humanity.