~falling Stars~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Flaring like the fires of the sun
knighted stars strung high now come undone,
Wishes once held silent whisper near,
waiting for their wishers to appear.

Gazing ever-up as stars look down,
falling seems misleading from the ground.
Cover or to catch what should I do,
wishes sought might ease or blister through.

Lighting up the night their sparks arise,
searing in and lifting land to skies.
A wish is free but granted has its price,
when getting fails to fill and won't suffice.

Burning with a need to have far more,
as greed now fills within an empty core.