The Falling Star

A falling star seemingly nothing at all,
But to some, everything.
A dream lost, a glass broken, a kiss-
A kiss that meant everything or nothing at all.

The star falls slowly
Over a deep and dark hollow
But brings light to this forsaken place.

The star falls still,
But with little speed now,
Falling over the rooftops of many,
Spreading some sort of unseen common bond,
Among all who which it has seen.

The star falls still,
Even faster now,
Though its trip is almost over
And slowly begins to fade away and die.

Just as quickly as it came, it is gone.
Only what it has done still remains
And the lives it has touched still remembers it.

So it will remain until another comes
And follows another path,
Creating more stories that will later be retold
And more lives that will forever be changed.

© Samantha T. Salandy 2009
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