The Fallen Star
No one knows where it happened
and no one knows when or why,
the little, luminous silver star
came tumbling from the sky
Landing with a plunking sound
falling helplessly into the river,
this tiny piece of heaven on earth
became a gift without a giver
For it found itself upon the shore
along the waters of the stream,
and was discovered by a boy
who thought this was all a dream
Held within his small hand
the star pulsed with white light,
glowing with such brilliance
almost blocking out his sight
Kept secret and stashed away
where it could glow no more,
the star found itself among the dust
inside of an old wooden drawer
To him the star was a plaything
to be treated like a favorite toy,
until one day it was forgotten
by the man, no longer a little boy
Since no one ever told him
to wish upon a falling star,
and believe in the things unseen
his dreams never took him far
Had he been taught to wonder
just think what might have been,
still there is no way of changing
what happened, now or then
The fallen star waits here still
in the drawer of his old nightstand,
cornered there by a spider's web
to be found by a young dreamer's hand
And no one knows what happened
and no one knows where or why,
to that little, luminous silver star
who came tumbling from the sky.
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