Shooting Star

I sit upon the shooting star
While it comes past planets so far
Yellow and blue
Black and white
I know we only exist
In the moonlit night.

My companion with locks of hair
He cares for me with the rocks he bears.
The torn terrain from many battles
He hides them with his lighted shackles.

No he is not mine to keep
I must let someone else learn to sleep
In his brilliant dusty arms
Before I can come to harm.

I leave the night and the shooting star,
The planets
The colors
And many rusty bars.

Now he is your shooting star.