The Night of Falling Stars

    by Snipe

Come Out!
Come Out!
The bell towers ring-
calling all
to leave the confines
of ceiling and roof
and out
into the velvet night

They gather
we gather
on hillock and cliff
on balcony and bridge way
atop mountain
and in fields
which embrace the night's palette
of dusky hues

The Island itself knows the date
and initiates the dance-
From deep within
its Heart
intention builds
determination fuels
experience guides motive
until-

Each and every Volcano
-active or not-
fires a scorching flare-
a tiny point of light
Up
and into the atmosphere-
A call to the heavens

We sit in silence
breathe held
until
the first star is seen
then another
and soon
the sky is alive with light and motion

All close their eyes
to make a silent wish-
the stars catch these hopes
and each carries one
to the Heart of Creation
giving its final light
to energize the released wish

Tonight
we look up
as stars fall down
and open our Hearts to chance
each wish given wings of fire
that carry it far
and back again-

To wait
in hiding
and pounce upon the one
that wished it
in an unsuspecting moment.

The Night of Falling Stars

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