Meteors

I saw the first meteor

Swooping across the sky

Leaving its rainbow trail

Behind.

How beautiful and exciting

To see this phenomenom

That streaks across my vision

And brightens my smile.

Meteors like a forgotten wisp

Of love that is bright and sparkling new

Only to burn out and become

Colors of memories.

Colorful and precious.

Many at once flooding your vision

Curving your lips into that smile

Of a forgotten love.

Meteors of light and colors

The sky is alive

With natures wonderment

and endless renewal.

The nights dark, clear sky

Ablaze with light and movement

Like the many facets

Of our lives, our hopes, our dreams.