Shooting Stars

Shooting Stars                  September 24, 2008 (Revised October 18, 2013)

Across the amber waves o' wheat,

You may see Dick and Jane run;
Across many miles amid their smiles,
And they laugh, always having fun.
And what of these prognosticators
Who would kill that vivacious love?
Their spirits shall be shown the path
Towards Hell from Heaven Above.

Lovers whimsically delight'd; and
Lo'! How they shine 'neath a starry sky,

For t'was foretold once 'pon a time
They shall dance till the day they die.

One wrought 'pon the smile of the other,
And how they laugh'd all the while!
Across the fruit'd landscapes;

Only Jealousy shall be in denial!

'Tis two lovers, lost amid a wilderness,
Ne'er set 'pon a path; always a-flex'd;
No blades to split them 'part for day,

And I wonder what kind o' love
The world has, 'tis so blind, and yet
They are but two souls, sailing the skies
Like shooting stars amid the night light!

And a tussle in the grasses
And the heat hath spread.
Lightning bugs herald their anthem;

Two loves in Nature's bed.
Life shall march its soldiers unto glory!

Ne'er shall it be disturb'd; and
Ne'er shall its light be dimm'd.