Under the stars
at 12 am.
snuggled into arms that will always be there.
shooting stars rip through the sky.
sharp yellow lights fly around and around.
new stars come
old stars fade away.
into the distance or into the midnight blue sky.
round and round the world they fly,
until they fall into the earth to leave an crater,
or back into the space around us,
until they fade away.
fade into our memory like you will fade into my memory.

This poem was written/submitted by Kelly Neuendorf.