Falling Stars Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

The sky fills its dark lungs with moonlight
and perfumed petals of mystery.
Stars fall to earth in a streak of light
and vanish from view in ecstasy.

The salt air comes from the open sea,
lightly blowing over marram grass,
like a shoreline-splintered melody
in sand-soft footprints when once we pass.

Suffuse me with stars and silver light
that I might glow in my love for you
and become a beacon burning bright,
a falling star and your wish come true.

And if you choose, you can fall anew
in the silver night soliloquy,
when mist surrounds and there's none but you,
declaring your love for only me.

My love runs deep like the silent sea,
reflecting a soul of midnight moon;
and if communion is meant to be,
I can but hope that it will come soon.