Shooting Stars of Life

Bedrock imbibes life in unsettled eve,

tides of hand shadows mark my journey,

essence of tulips broken and scattered.

I have traipsed these cloudy skies before

tasting broken legends of my reality,

clinging with moist hands to waning light.

One last stab waiting for daybreak,

sky trembles in blue tinged passion,

fragile but infinitely connected.

Silk strands flying with slivered breezes

imploring in frozen supplication,

impulsive life pounds on barred windows,

begging entrance for sun dappled rays.

Seeping into vestiges of bitter soul

sparkle of vitality reawakens,

shooting stars streaking for humanity.

I savor the scars and wrinkles as

pink tinged clouds reflect in my eyes,

cerulean sky composes rhapsodies,

an ode to my life lived to the hilt.