Falling Star

Where would I be if I hadn’t

         wished upon a Falling star?

Would I be chained to this dream,

         forever chasing a possibility

         that never reaches the horizon

It was a spur-of-the-moment wish

Made in the innocence of youth

I was sitting on my front step

Enamored by the endless night

         For a moment I understood eternity

                  and my place in it

                  sitting there on my front step

A knee-jerk reaction as a star fell.

A wish,

A hope,

A dream made at such a young age.

I was not mature enough to know that falling stars do not land.

So here I am

         face peppered with stardust

         as I run across eternity.

My legs and heart growing tired with age

Wondering where I would be

if I hadn’t wished upon a Falling star.