Satellites and Stars

Shooting stars remind me
that the sky can fall at any time

And satellites
know the heavens better than most

The sun will burn
bright before it bursts

A million million
tiny pieces of exploding light

The moon will split open
and oceans rise forever

Rain will fall
in places dry of everything but tears

Rivers run wild
in spite of all our fears

Pearls of forgotten wisdom
found in oysters that will never be eaten

My hands lie still
skin broken spirit bruised but not yet beaten

yet I still wish upon the falling stars
and trace the satellites as they burn across the sky
I'll shield my eyes to the sun
and run into the ocean
I'll bury my hands in the earth to make it green

All things end
and all things begin again it seems