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
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