I wrote this in 98! Wow…that seems like a world ago.

Falling Stars


I gaze longingly above

Towards the vast stars, I love

To hold, the hand of such is bliss;

I losing that feeling, I would miss

My soul, falls lifelessly

As driftwood, floating worthlessly.


Just once would I like,

For a star to take flight,

And fall from the majestic sky,

And behold itself to my eye.

Fall to my world bright star,

I can see you, not so far.