myinkstainedheart:

Light erupted across the charred sky,
a shooting star raced by,
the spectators nestled on the grassy slope below
stood in awe, watching the show.

But shooting stars die too fast,
bearers of ephemeral beauty, they never last,
capturing eyes briefly, you will remark with delight
after the doomed star had fallen shortly
how lovely the gossamer winged firefly
dances in the night.