Falling Star

Falling Star

A Poem by Christine Crowson

written last night with weary bones and tired perception, but sometimes i crave that pencil to paper sensation.


My bright shining star,

       oh how your magic touches me

         how your radiance beams

    streams of glittering sea in my dreams


you lie on a blanket of darkness

    hovering above with protective gleam

you wrap around my weary bones

    and beckon me to your beauty


It has always been known

that I look up to you

   each night under a light show


I only hope one day, my little star

        you’ll fall for me, as I have you.

   for seeing you shoot across the sky

  proves that even the most

       lonely, simple, wandering soul

     make the stars stumble and the moon hide


my little star, fall for me.

© 2012 Christine Crowson

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Added on July 26, 2012
Last Updated on July 26, 2012
Tags: poetry, words, struggle, human emotion, poems, poem, stars, nature, beauty, life, romance, desire, night, prose


Christine Crowson
Christine Crowson

I am a soul in search of inspiration and beauty. My favorite word is wanderlust because of the endless possibilities it encapsulates. I have a word journal where I learn a new word every day, I drink .. more..