Shooting Stars

Would you say it were for real if I told you?
If you saw it happen live?
Would you believe it, if you were told by a stranger?

Pulsating, taking up the night’s sky, drowning me in every way.
Fast like lightning and crushing like thunder.
The only object in a rush, on the frozen blanket of the universe,
Wrapped around the blue sphere we call home.

“Wish for something”

I wish this moment lasts forever,
For the protecting haze of darkness to never leave me.
Distant light singing the faint lullaby of faded dreams.
Silhouettes dancing in the twilight of the comets glow.
Our halos blazing synchronized with the pulse of life.
The onyx umbra of the tree lines flowing with gliding winds.

“But don’t tell me”

Why are you still here, holding the finite existence in bare hands.
So fragile, transparent, glass like.
The narrow window to find freedom closing, crashing in.
Pulling me apart.
Where did the ghastly hues of the spirit go?
Maybe. Never. No.

“Otherwise, it won’t come true”

The moonshine casting the realms of humanity in a dying light of the so far sun.
Hoping to find a destiny worth falling for.
Descending like the rays from the translucent clouds.
Mazes of reality forming around the deep web of the exposed cosmos.
Synthetically created masterpieces made of gold and sparks.
Spinning, flooding realities with their cornucopia of perfection.

Just fly, up into the skies, but I won’t fall, not again.
Not even Helios can stop us.
My friend we can reach the end of this.
Never knowing where to stop, where the finality of essence comes into play.
Orbiting like satellites, we marvel at the strings the puppet master caught us in.
Unravelling the severity of our burning minds.
We thought we could think.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

Suffocating in a sea of gasoline, like the stars high above damned to incinerate for eternity.
Fusing our bodies and minds to become one with the aftermath of mortality.
The hand I’m holding slowly loosening its grip.
Other realities merging with mine, forcefully punctuated into the image right ahead.

The brush drawing the oblivion for oblivion’s sake.
Fates determined before they even had chance.
Why do formulas have to be the reason for life?
Avalanches of star dust absorbing, altering the course of this sinking ship.
All to see the explosion of color, on the pitch-black cloak.

“Right?”

The rivers following their paths, the humans guided by machinery, the animals fueled by lust.
All to lose themselves in purpose that never was there in the first place.
Holding every memory close, scared to forget who once was, scared to look forward to who will be.

Dissecting the flesh, casting off the unwanted, dooming ourselves awhile we sing our praise to the useless.
Cutting through the hollow lies, walls we made to save, what never needed saving.

Watch the beauty of the endless horizons, the star-set we came to leave behind.
Grace, salvation, not found in purpose but in the limitless.

“Yeah”