Perseid, August 2109

Photo by Benjamin Child on Unsplash

A spark of silver flying
Moonwards,
A fleck flung off by stars,
Forgotten,
Lost amid the drift of time,
Flung, all amelt, away,
Alone.
Now lit with its own flame,
Burning
Like the stars, the stars
Its makers,
A dust of ash among
The clouds.

The moon shines still; the clouds
Are silent.
A star burnt a moment,
And was gone.