you shine like a shooting star
you fly so far" but die so hard
into the sky you bring this light and you sing thinking you might feel the calling ring...but with fright your kite is caught by the wind and you feel yourself giving in to the thoughts you once had to darkness and deep into sad memories wash across, slosh through giving thought to once was old now again renewed and finally you're qued by the last question she answered
the lips move and you slip through to the next day..barely making it true...though only lights are lanterns