• Falling Star

    by  • September 7, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 4 Comments

    It was close to 4am, and the most astounding, incredibly mystical and unforeseeably magical light had fallen from this deep blue, serene of a sky. My first sight of a shooting star, from its very initial burst of energy to the glowing green hinge of ashes that trailed behind. It was beautiful. And it was you. You, who I thought of at that instant. Then, quickly did I remember I had to close my eyes, so to make the same wish i’d wish for every year (since I could remember ever first making a wish, and would still till it’d finally come true) as I blow out the lights. Thing is, I never really, truly believed in shooting stars- of all people, I’m quite the night owl and feel at ease when liberated from my shell and four walls- but for one reason or another, I subconsciously wished I had shared that moment of believing with you. Thing is.. just between you and I, you me and the satellites, I don’t believe you, and it pains me to know that this feeling may just be a delusion. Would I leave a trace or mark behind on your heart or would I become a memory that drifts away with the brightness of a new day?

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    4 Responses to Falling Star

    1. m
      September 8, 2015 at 12:22 am

      interesting how limited the options seem to be… mark the heart, or be forgotten. but what good is a heart that is marked, and not had? sometimes memories drift away for a reason…


    2. Peter C
      September 9, 2015 at 4:40 pm

      You write lyrically; your images are beautiful. And behind every strength is also a weakness. I sense that you live in the wonderful, magical constructs that you build, that you hide behind the distant light of galaxies so endlessly, unreachably far from us and our short lives. In the serene and silent sweep of the night, with bone white dappling light from point prick stars, you dance and whirl. Who is it for?

      Your image of the shooting star is strong, I can see it as it arcs. There is safety in magic, and wishes, and getting lost in the wonderings of it all. If we close our eyes when the magic trick is done we don’t have to see that the illusion is all it is, painted horses and wooden boxes. You are closing your eyes.

      There are some who believe the best magic is deep in the earth, that it touches the roots of plants who, if they could speak, would tell us tales from far away and about the magic that suffuses all. But the reason it is the best is because you can trod the earth, it is solid, planted, it crumbles between the fingers, warm and brown, it gives life to delicate shoots, soft and green.

      The best magic for us is also in what is solid, not in what is ephemeral and fading. You can spend year after year, wishing and dreaming, while others meet, and love, and shout, and cry, and grow. And what are you doing?

      When you dream in traces in the sky, when your connection is thru the gauze of wishes, then your traces are written in sand or water or wind, and are gone before your finger rests. Stop. Sort first what you have the courage to do, and do it. Confront the real magic of others, and other hearts, and be open to all the risks and pains that come with it. Do it now! Risk and lose, or risk and win, but do it! We all return back to the warm earth when our own arc is done, and earth’s magic will make us whole again. Don’t lose the time that you have while you are still with us, turn your eyes from the distant sky and look instead in the mirror, see what you are capable of, and then embrace and act. Action has power and magic in it; do it now!


    3. "Will"
      September 9, 2015 at 7:33 pm

      “Will” I leave a trace or mark behind on your heart or “will” I become a memory that drifts away with the brightness of a new day?

      a little change and scare how much someone elses feelings. sentiments resonate with my own.


    4. Indica
      December 10, 2015 at 12:20 pm

      You’ll never know if you don’t try.



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