Looking Up

The come again, the Persiads... Showering their sparks into my solace My solitude Breaking through the barrier of night sky Streaking towards my open hands To hold again, you, and then In delightful disposition My declaration of what is most beautiful Their starry light And the light of your green eyes Both hold me captive... They come 'round as summer draws her last breath You left me breathlessly begging for your return If by chance you should see the falling stars Far from my field, up on your hill Stop and study them... For they are ours, in that fleeting moment That atmospheric alignment Of two hearts stranded from each other And make the wish that I shall speak That time is only time, ill sent If we are still to be parted