Shooting Stars

This night I am sad. My eyes gaze the gathering galaxy Seated upon the sky spread Selfishly seek a shooting star. I seek it so bad Such sight my thought asking My tea cold beside a frigid bread I moan on the mowed green grass. I love stars Shooting star much more Sparkling sparkles, glittering glitters A little mighty awe Twinkling littles lively and true. For a good night rest I need it bid me... And at my voice crest I started humming For this nightly night, Echoes of darkness A shooting Star.