Box Of Fallen Stars Poem by Nora Wardrip

This life is made of wishes
Dreams as plentiful as stars
But as all of Heaven's skylights do
Your hopes burn out
Catch fire
And plummet from their place in darkened nightfall
And our world forgets
Forgets the strength and beauty
Of things beyond our reach

You keep hold of these wishes
Stored in ill-lit cardboard boxes
For the darkest days
When your stars refuse to shine
But through years of lost ambitions
Your collection has gone bare
Only star dust in a dampened box
That you left to soak up rain

And what is left of your life of dreams?
A garden of emptied boxes
Lining city streets
Withered and dying
Once thriving with hope and promises
But shown too many rainy days
What's left is a sky with a loss of light
A loss of hope

There's only shooting stars
And wishes burning through the atmosphere