I am a star falling.
The night sky refuses to catch me.
The moon refuses to catch me.
Please lift your eyes from the ground.
I need you to catch me.
Your eyes predict my arc of descent.
I ask that you employ courage.
I am made of fire.
Please hug me to your chest.
When you feel the bump and burn,
press me past skin and bone.
I glow inside you.
This merger is beyond your imagination.
Nothing explains it.
You feel our oneness.
As you glow from inside
your friends see and they ask
if you are a promise delivered.
You know love.
Its pain. Its joy.
Your eyes never close again.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
