by Ann Marie Dwyer

Created on: October 07, 2008   Last Updated: October 10, 2008

A falling star streaks across the twinkling sky.
While a wish tries desperately to form,
a single tear falls silently from my eye.

I struggle to hold on to that half-formed wish.
It is slipping through my grasp, no matter
how hard I try to capture that elusive wish.

It is being pushed out by a thought so strong
it hasn't a chance of forming into something

in which I could revel the rest of the night long.

My heart is pushing the thought across my mind,
consuming it like a flame in a tender box
fanned by an unfeeling, arid, searing wind.

The flow of emptiness is stronger than ever before,
revived in the stillness of the starry night,
laying open my heart, again aching sore.

I know I'd wish that my heart not beat so sad
from a loss it never should have suffered,
though to live the alternative could have been as bad.

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