Whether the stars can fall
and burst forth upon the wet grass
twinkling like diamonds under a moonlit sky,
Whether the star dust gathers and flows
leaving a trail, and blows into the
corners and shadows of a lost garden,
Whether tracks are left by slippered feet
or paw, evidenced by the odd night predator
who seeks to find and follow unseen,
Whether the stars can fall shaking
loose from their place in the sticky tarred
firmament they once called home,
Whether the stars will share their secrets,
or the mystery continues is yet to be
determined and will remain for an eternity.
Whether the story told is old or new,
real or imagined, on enchanted nights
stars will fall, their dust marking a path
only few will see or follow.
We are but Star Dust here for a short while,
Our chance to sparkle bright quickly fades
Before we return to the skies from whence, we came.
~Koneta 2024
Category: Poems