Mist and Meteors
Little Leonids, falling from the stars
Space dust, they say, sailing from far away
Why have you come to us, and why so far?
So tell me now -- what do you have to say?
The stars are dimming as the mist rolls in
A curtain between the heavens and me
A metaphor, perhaps, suggesting sin,
Separating what is from what might be.
And yet you use even the fog to light
The very air as you fall and die
A glowing, healing, mysterious sight
That closes the gap between earth and sky
I don't know -- are you a message from God?
In this strange night -- that's not so very odd.
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