Tuesday, June 2, 2009

An Old Poem

You were always the brightest star
The one that seemed nearer
When it was actually quite far
The one that I would reach for
In the crazy hope
Of grasping the shine that I adore.

And tonight I see you still
While stiller I stand
I see you shooting by
Leaving a trail of luminescence
That I thought I’d never see
And though you blaze away
I feel lucky
To have had a spark that fell on me - from so far in the sky

And it burns, yes it does,

But its warmth
makes worth
the Branding.