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[aid] => mick
[title] => Shooting Star
[time] => 2007-03-19 22:25:06
[hometext] => ~Crash, crash and burn, but never, never learn. (If I'm out of practice, it probably shows.)
[bodytext] => Though loftier deliverance endears the waiting eyes, A violet belligerence besmears the saline skies; Where stouter hearts reap ever-afters softer souls sew sighs A race of all abandon stands, for dawn is on the rise. Celerity itself alone cannot escape the vise Of fragile phantom dreams come true, on which the heart relies It burns a trail of ice and hail, a scream with no reply And sails the skyline through and through, a beacon to the shy It knew of haste, for sloth should waste the life within it wrought And but a taste of hesitance would taint the cold whole “caught” For moments spared too oft ensnared determination’s plot As thus it seemed, it streamed away the strands to fight the knot. But fate had known that one so flown across the eyes of night Whose sole regard regaled the Bard, and sang the dream of light Could ne’er shut its heart as tight, for fleeing needs no might And thus it beamed, the moon seduced a whisper running bright. Its tongue spun silver, played in gold, its center drank the gaze Of fervent wordless murmurs for a way beyond the maze For when the harsher rays abate, fragile feeling stays And thus it gleamed, a splash of sun the frozen core waylays And round and round the spiel it spun did rouse the hidden hearth Encased in ice to ‘scape the price, the secret cost of mirth A life of light is bound to shade, the price of freedom worth Yet nonetheless in all is blessed the song of Hope at birth. And thus it was, what once was free would sacrifice Eternity For but a glimpse, a passing glance, the beauty of dependency Entranced, the final starlit dance forever ends in tragedy And thus it dreamed, a shooting star was born of our humanity. So if you spy a sky besmirched with flame from end to end A streak connecting dots to fly to unforeseen finish Close your eyes, and dream the dream the fragile heart defends— For every shooting star is only waiting for its wish. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 482 [topic] => 14 [informant] => EternitysLyre [notes] => Authors note edited as requested - Moderator_16 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 30 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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