A FALLING STAR ON CHRISTMAS NIGHT
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I saw a falling star on christmas night, I kept it for myself; told no one of
it’s brief brilliance, though maybe some other star gazer witnessed this
wonder, my thoughts had been touring their sub conscious emporium,
forging the soft sorrows of my first christmas without you, and my life
and the shapeless heap of moments, that have sharpened the present one
to it’s pointless point, in the tangled trance of this mystical misery I saw
this wreck of heaven spend it’s light.
I saw a falling star on christmas night, I thought of omens and epithets of
starlit oceans of bottomless design, and the night is a metaphor and the
night is real; its the bones of god, and time was a blank canvas and I a
starving artist, in this infinite moment that seemed a gateway to eternity,
I lived out the span of my sober ghost of sorrows, I tried to divine some
meaning; tried to believe it was you, and for a moment I felt the peace
that passeth understanding then resumed my former brooding.