I once gazed upon a star,
beautiful in its flight.
It streaked past my window,
one dark and starry night.
Where was it going, I wondered,
and where had it been?
The things it must’ve seen,
snippets of start and end.
How many people had looked upon it,
on nights just like this?
On the eve of battle, on the eve of love;
and what had others missed?
Did it eagerly await its visit,
so briefly in the year?
Is it empty when hurtling alone,
or is approaching us the fear?
I thought all this as I watched
that star streak across the sky.
I went to bed and closed my eyes,
dreaming of it by and by.
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