FALLING STARS is a Poem, not a song at all...about what it's like to be in a canoe at night in a lake with stars reflecting and bouncing around in their 'falling'...when the folks in the canoe are in love...and that's its whole dear story!....

FALLING STARS

we were watching the falling stars
in the lake because it was so still
you could hear them hiss
through the sky and land all
burnt out in the peace of quiet water

the canoe made no sound at all
the paddles little more
the canvas was like silk the wood
a muffled drum against the pales
of coming dawn

you rested chin on hand
held the paddle still body still
one falling star landed so close
in this reflection it seemed very
real very hot

these stars are parts of you and me
of people who love as we do
poor in things rich in stars
winding through waters that
part for us kindly

the falling stars belong to
no man no woman
belong to space and time
so long ago we never knew
its real name

count on each of them
for light and ashes heaps
of flame going out burning
heralds of no god birth
human either

there is no pocket to put
a falling star in it's going to
fade it's destiny is fade
it's brightness only you and
I will see tonight

and a million billion suns
are laughing at us dreamers
on the quiet waters of a small
planet intent on circling
this small lake

into this trail

of falling stars