Chasing Falling Stars Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

I hitched a ride on a falling star
Which crashed
In a vat of satin tar.

The star kept twinkling
Just the same,
Using Morse Code to
Spell out your name.

Love offered some quick resusitation,
Oh, if only I had resisted that temptation.
Alas! Now I am stuck helplessly here
With this star and messy tar in my hair.

Next time I won't lift a hand
To catch a falling star heading for land.
Instead, I'll chase the stars within your eyes
Filled with passion, waiting for the sunrise.