Fallen Stars

Flat on our backs,

Hoping to see

A falling star’s track.

The stars of our youth

So far, so high,

Rain down upon us

With scarcely a sigh.

And all of our hopes

And burning bright dreams,

Fall out of heaven

By God’s stern decree.

The stars that you fashioned

For each child you bore

Are fallen as well

And hanging no more.

So what have we learned

From heaven’s bright scene?

The brightest of diamonds

Are but pieces of dreams.