The stars seem to ignite,
shoot across the sky.
In droves!
And in singular sighs.
But they remain still,
As each cloud briskly passes.
If only there was a way to
Inject love into the masses.
Gunpowder blasts in the distance,
Adding to the billows overhead.
Like a war zone,
Reflecting the ones in my head.
And I think of you,
New, like the year.
Wishing to wish it better,
The best you'd ever hear.
But I don't,
And I can't,
And I lay in once vacant pastures.
Built up with dirt,
To build homes for loves more lasting
Than I'd ever get
But long to give.
My new year's wish,
Is simply a love longer lived.
A love I've wished for,
over and over.
On each shooting star,
As they each hang over.
And still it evades,
With each lesson I chase.
To be my best self,
So love can be bestly played.
And maybe the repetition
Of letting go,
Is to accept my time is up.
This turn is not mine to earn.
So I'll let it go
With my forgotten demise,
As I pray to the moon
To build a house to reside,
And give me stability.
A new foundation.
Find bits of love,
With others left vacant.
We'll all build our power,
In our power of three,
To bring strength to the masses
And give sights, too, unseen.
1/1/22