I heard him say, <br />When asked <br />What it felt like when love was lost <br />When depression overcame, <br /> <br />'Like no love was left in my heart <br />I checked other parts of my body <br />It's no longer there either <br />I'm not sure when it burned out <br /> <br />It was there once <br />Felt by the rest of my body <br />Intensified by proximity <br />To its intended target <br /> <br />Love generated its own light <br />Created its own heat <br />I looked for words to describe it <br />Landed on shooting stars <br /> <br />A thrill to see <br />Something special <br />While flying by <br />But where do they go <br /> <br />That's the problem <br />I found out <br />They aren't going <br />Indefinitely anywhere <br /> <br />For a short time <br />We see a visable light <br />Created by them <br />Then the light is gone <br /> <br />Small pieces of dust rock ice <br />Debris from the tail of a passing comet <br />Ignited by friction visable part a meteor <br />Just passing through our atmosphere <br /> <br />We only see the light <br />Meteoroids are what causes it <br />Not as romatic sounding <br />As Shooting Stars <br /> <br />If by chance one's unusally large <br />Over a few kilograms <br />Some parts will <br />Survive the burning <br /> <br />What's left <br />That falls to earth <br />Some say is <br />Just a piece of cold rock <br /> <br />What was on the outside <br />Heated up <br />Burned up <br />And is gone <br /> <br />What hits earth <br />Is now called a meteorite <br />Differnent names <br />For the different stages <br /> <br />Actually the term <br />Falling in love <br />Is a pretty accurate metaphor <br />When compared to shooting stars <br /> <br />Made up of dust rock and ice <br />Made visable when heated by friction <br />Then either slams to earth leaving a scarr <br />Or is vaporized and is gone.' <br /> <br />That's what he said, <br />In so many words.<br /><br />Tom J. Mariani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-shooting-stars/
