Twelve thirty comes,
And I watch the stars fall.
Make a wish, to see your face,
Hold the image steady,
For as long as I can.
Is that what you are?
Made, to shine bright,
But burn up in the atmosphere,
Before you touch the ground?
Surely it must be dizzying.
Even so, my shooting star,
I want to catch you.
Spread my arms and catch you.
And be the sun to your moon.
To your plants and your trees.
I watch the night,
As the slightest bit of alcohol,
And the meteor shower
Flow through my veins,
And make my head swim slightly.
-I saw the meteor shower last night. It was awesome.
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Saturday, August 11, 2007
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Copyright Matt Cassani, 2007
3 comments:
Are you drinking without me again O.o
I wish I was there!!
I wouldn't even call it drinking. I didn't even like it. Nor did I get anything from it. I think I got more drunk off of the combined energy of the new moon (I think, I can't see it on perfectly clear nights), and the meteor shower.
Lol. Nice.
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