Shooting Stars Cause Forest Fires

I saw a star fall from the sky tonight.
Perplexed, I wondered if I should catch it (or not)
Because hot coals cause forest fires
And glorified as they are, all stars burn.
Avert my eyes instead, I decided.
Walk away, forget about it.
Thought back to when I actually caught one,
Dropped it as I tried to hold on
Inevitably, a blaze resulted, but it was warm.
And that's the thing about stars,
Glorified as they are, because they give light and heat.
Sometimes it's nice to see and feel warm
But after that, I'll take the moon,
Because shooting stars cause forest fires
And I'd rather not see trees burn.

Snow

Sun fades fallen snow
Rays strike a lonely blow
Covered in soft cold once,
now the ground gives itself away.
Sullen out with color now
Once was silk, light with snow
Now the earth reaches through,
Awake.

Two Shadows.

This needs some work, but...

Two shadows: (I can't see)
It's a shade that flutters lashing wings
to the beat of a butterfly show
painted on the songs they sing
your aspirations dart and go.
Get back, fly away.
Ripples of the stream sigh and sway
inside my heart, becoming rain
the swirling storm grows
the center: silent as it glows.
Every droplet takes its shape,
black as your tears,
winged like the clouds
I swallow each one whole.

Dusk

nothing escapes your dusky eyes on a winter's eve
and the starry skies sift through dark mirrors casting gemstones in your stare,
your eyes recalling fallen snow from clouds above
all aglow like neon lights, lit up by the moon and city nights.
Luminance dare not escape your dusky eyes, nor beauty,
and even my heart fails to fly away.

Another Poem...

One I forgot about and found today... maybe unfinished.

I felt a warm, tangerine glow
On the pavement, glistening
I saw what seemed a fiery coal
Or severed feathers of a seraphim's wing.
Stooping down to behold my find,
It seemed to reach the darkened sky
Instead of rainy pools below
On the pavement glistening.
My hand stretched towards this fallen sun
(I realized I could not pick it up)
A shard of stained glass in the streets,
A shade of pane unknown to me,
Which fell to earth from far away
Cathedrals in the sky unseen.

POEMS

Nostalgia's just regret spelled out, up on the marquis

Inside are broadcast bits of glass onto a telescreen

Shattered-hope-pixels glisten, moments crystalline

Shutterspeed and camera feed splice up frozen time

All to soon this will be

Yet another memory

All to soon this will be memory.

Yes, glass falls from fluorescent ceiling skies

rain on my shoulders, the groaning pipe

resonates my veins.

As static glistens

sometimes cold lights up the dark

in sparks, but they are icy metal. 

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Hope again. 

Hope again.

Hope again.

I went out winter up ice branches

steel the sky dismember message

lithos soft as molten melting

say goodbye to cold reflecting 

mirrors

Turn your eyes to eastern skies!