Shooting Star - James Schaffer

#1

Evening’s silken sheets, black and bespangled,

mingle merlot clusters which span the night as

melodies latticed together, and spread brilliant sparks

across bent brooks where I long for my love, my shooting star.

#2

Moonlight glinting across my floor

and smells of sugar cookies are sad reminders,

reminders of talking, touching, tickling your nose; yet,

your restless heart couldn’t settle, even in my arms.

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