Shooting Star Poem by Vladimir Marku

Shooting star drizzling and sighing
Draped the darkness with silver spray
Filled my heart in blessing joy
Floated my spirit with the power of pray
Clasping childish fingers, shining virgin's eyes
Wishing bliss for each alive
Wishing peace for the ones to go
Alas, my friends, it's just an illusion
A love that thins before it dies
Cosmic dust of memories
Falls on me with missing tides
A remorse and crying sigh