Jan 31

Falling Stars

The last of the sun dipped out of sight
Leaving the moon to reflect
On to the water’s surface,
Where it captures the falling stars.
Into the deep blue water
Do these dreams vanish.
Tangled gold hair flies in her face
As she gazes out at the tide,
Pale pink dress rustling in the wind.
Each star falls to the welcoming ocean
Each star trying its best to grant her wish,
Each one hoping to get to her,
But only one star falls into her open hand.