Star Stories

I don’t want to be close to you I used to think you were the sun Holding me in your orbit Keeping a solar system in balance But I don’t think so any more   I know now you are a shooting star Falling into my atmosphere Moving so fast But burning to nothing Very little chance you will land   I look outward into the night sky To the vast possibilities it holds Nebulas, galaxies I see the constellations I wonder where I fit  ...

Prologue Gabriel entered the dimly lit room. Machinery whirred and blipped. His sweet grandmother lay in a nest of wires and tubes, her silver hair a frothy halo around her head. She looked so frail, this woman who’d raised him with an iron fist. She’d wiped his nose, swatted his behind when he misbehaved, and soothed his fears when the nightmares had threatened to overwhelm him. She’d been his rock, his fuel, backing him...

I am falling for a fallen star, That I watch burn through the night past me, A light so bright and enticing, That I cannot look away. A light like the sun, But not painful to the eyes, Years of love gone on, Years of watching over us. It is not every day you see a falling star, Nor every day you fall, Like a whole new dimension, Or compass-bearing. The enormity of this beautiful fall, Captivates and enthralls, For the fir...