Comets Poem by Devon McElveen

These entities in the sky,
What ever will we call them?
They move across the night swiftly.
How about shooting stars?
How about we wish upon them?
Give us hope that dreams may come true.
Maybe they aren't even stars.
What if they are actually angels
Falling from grace,
Becoming one of us,
Playing a role as our guardian.
What makes us so special
To see such a wonderful sight?
Is there someone out there
Speaking through these tailed rocks?
Maybe they are giving us hope.
Maybe they are our guardians.
Maybe...