Shooting Stars

By Joseph Prem

It was a starry sky and

through the radiant boulevard

passed a shimmering star

giving me hope to wish for

things impossible for one last time.

- A trip to the past -

As the wishing star passed,

I closed my eyes and

asked for a proof of

confidence that I can

re-live something from

the past.

If it's all consequences

I have a handful,

will I ever be able to conjure

the moment that has

passed!

With every waking

moment and every effort

made to breathe, I am

slipping further into the

future far from the bygones.

When I opened my eyes,

it hit me that the

glimmering stars are a

mirror into the past.

The star light that hit me,

as a man,

is from the time I was a

boy, and I'm watching it's

twinkle from time that was

yonks ago.

My wishing star granted my wish

taking me through time.

By Joseph Prem