strawberry milk moon
dipped in dark chocolate sky
shooting star flies by
A SHOOTING STAR
In quietness of night,
a fired star waving goodbye;
turning off its light:-
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I met a streak across the night,
a blaze of breath, a flash of flight.
A shooting star with silver flare
descended near, through whispered air.
I asked, “You fall so fast and bright—
what secrets do you steal from night?”
It flickered once, then shaped a voice
as if my soul had been its choice.
"I carry wishes, hopes unspoken,
tokens of hearts that remain broken.
Each trail I burn, a soul’s demand—
a silent prayer not made by hand."
“Do you regret the paths you take,
so brief your flame, then you forsake
the sky, the stars, your cosmic kin—
for just one flash to spark within?”
It laughed—a sound like chiming glass—
"Regret is for the ones who pass
through time without a burst or flare.
I live in sparks, I scorch the air."
"You interview me as I fade,
but do you live the life you’ve made?
Or wait like dust in twilight’s seam,
hoping I’ll grant your dormant dream?"
I tried to speak, but it was gone,
a sizzle swept the dark to dawn.
Yet in my chest, a burning scar—
left by the words of that bold star.
Attractive and luminous,
Burning on your golden path
Like an adamant against the sun.
Symbolising every entity,
Caught up in spontaneity
Perusing the conscientious.
Uninspired to aspire
Yet inspiring the phenomenal,
As they claim all of what you grant.
During your death, they wield smiles
Making wishes of a lifetime
While you dance in cosmic time.
A tombstone is my thought,
I made my tomb out of thoughts
I knitted my shroud from hundreds of ideas
And out of sadness I finished my coffin.
I buried myself in the sunrise
When no one was outside
Just me, a small and insignificant creature
I was cooling my feet in death.
I wandering with the shadow of the spirit, the moon
I then stopped at each star
I wanted to forget the earth
For no one wept at my death.
I absolutely twinned with the Universe
To invent a new star together
In which we do not put thoughts,
And I will lie forever in it.
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I involuntarily remembered the past
When I saw your face in stardust
And on the day when I was working a corner of a star
I decided to visit your land.
But moments had turned into hours
And the days turned into years,
And I had traveled thousands of years
When I got to see the earth again.
From above, from the sky full of stars
I sought to see your face again,
But because I didn't find you anymore
Out of grief, I threw myself into the sea.
Vast dome of night sky,
Spark slices through dark, fleeting—
Desert awash in light.
In silence, ancient secrets,
Shadows yield to the bright dance.
Tell you this again,
When you see
A shooting star,
Someone loves you,
Someone tells you
“Eat chocolates”
Offer jewelry,
Think of me, then,
Pineapple flavors,
Mango flavors,
On a distant island
There is happiness,
Tell you this again
When you see
A shooting star,
There’s someone who loves you.
Dites-vous ceci,
Quand vous voyez
Une étoile filante,
Quelqu’un vous aime,
Quelqu’un vous dit
Mangez des chocolats
Offrez des bijoux,
Pensez à moi, alors,
Parfum d’ananas,
Parfum de mangue,
Sur une ile lointaine
Il y a du bonheur,
Redites-vous ceci
Quand vous voyez
Une étoile filante,
Quelqu’un vous aime.
She is my whole galaxy,
A vast expanse of love and light,
I swim within her starry depths,
And bask in her celestial might.
But I was her shooting star,
A fleeting moment in the night,
A brilliant flash that left her heart,
With a bittersweet delight.
I long to be her supernova,
To set her sky on fire,
To blaze across her firmaments,
And ignite her soul's desire.
But alas, I am a shooting star,
A transient wisp of cosmic flame,
My destiny is to fade away,
And leave behind a poet's name.
Yet though my time with her was short,
My love for her will never cease,
She is the brightest star in my sky,
My eternal source of peace.
I will cherish every memory,
Of our cosmic rendezvous,
And hold her close within my heart,
Until the stars ignite anew.
Oh, my dearest love, my galaxy,
Forgive me for my fleeting flight,
For though am a shooting star,
My love for you will burn forever bright.
In the dark of night
I seen a light
Was it a Star from a far?
Or a Planet?
Or another sun?
And as I learned,
Could it be
When time begun?
You see they say
If you look to a
Certain way
Through the universe,
What you may
See is times course.
Or is it
A Rock, shooting across the sky,
To make a wish from?
As you watch it go by.
You look up and wonder
And close your eyes
And a dream comes true
No matter how many
Years go by.
D.S.
I wished for a horse. My whole childhood and more.
Comet is his name. Dream on and make a wish again.
O Glorious and Wise Empire of the East
Slaughtered by cold winter’s wrath and the azure dragon
For this world had no place to lay your gentle head
Your monasteries of light now some mists of black soot
Your masterful art now mere fragments burned by flames
Your songs to the sun and moon now dead whisps of the wind
Your glory was a brief shooting star in the night
You were a holy mountain, with rivers flowing
Rivers with elect sailing to the four ends of the world
Where trees and flowers sang songs of liberation
With your horses’ galloping being the sweet tune of life
Whispers of your bravery and wisdom still resound today
Your treasure, in the dragon’s nest, waiting to shine again
May another white shooting star enlighten the world again
O you Sovereign and Glorious Empire of the East
In the dark sublime
You're the shooting star
Healing grim moments
Like receding glacier
Oh shooting star
You're hope to the stoic
Joy to the despondent
Lighting darkest nights
You're the warm fire
Burning hearts with desire
Shooting shivers in solar systems
Leaving goosebumps in many galaxies
Your fascinations shoot arrows
Straight through hearts
With unconstrained desire
After your beautiful constellation
Oh shooting star
You long to be savored
But only for a moment
You yearn to be devoured
But only by the lucky ones
When you shoot high in the sky
You shift my attention from the stars
Whenever I see you
I make a wish!
Deep in the village, far from city's charm and gleam,
Primitive childhood days, with toys of mud we’d dream,
Swinging on tall tree branches, our airplanes up the skyways,
Butt scooting down the anthills, our high-end cars on highways.
Once a moonlit night so clear, with dazzling constellations afar
Would unveil a gem so rare, the SHOOTING STAR,
The stellar herald, our surest destiny's bearer,
That carried our dreams, through heavens' mirror.
We believed, if to this celestial magic, you spoke your wishes,
Assuredly, your future dreams would come true, even riches,
But only while the brief light streak shone, could wishes find their way,
Once gone from view, chance lost, 'til next uncertain day.
"I want to be a pilot!" one would exclaim,
"I wish to be a doctor!" another would acclaim,
"I'll be a president!" a soul would declare,
Wishes rolled as swift, as the star's radiant flare.
Today we're of age, the dreamed future's here and now,
The city’s beauty familiar, cars and planes are real, avow,
In our dreams, we still believe, hope gleams on our brow,
Ready to embrace our destiny, oh shooting star, where art thou?
Come, my shooting star,
Open my door,
As the night is so long in your absence,
Come, my sweet dove,
Open my poem,
As my verses are so sad, in your absence,
Come, my silk angel,
Spread your wings,
To take me to the sky of Sicily tomorrow,
Come, my zither, come,
Open your music,
The one, the only one, that makes my heart vibrate
I am not a wandering star whom the dark gloom envelopes
I am not a cloud empty of tears and blown by barren winds
I am not a wild wave on the sea foaming up saliva
I am not an autumn tree empty handed and cut down
I am a cloud-topped tree flowing with honey in my veins
I am a shooting star breaking through the angels' grasp
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