searches

i would catch your shooting star
and clasp it in my heart;

perhaps-
if you were not traversing the skies,
like a wayward wisp.


your wanderlust dismisses home;


you want to reach-

you want to soar...


and you do.


sometimes i hear your teardrops sparkling,
albeit melancholy and heavy;
they glisten like pearls
in the night.


i want to catch them.


i want to catch you.


i will be here
to catch your shooting star
should you ever
choose

to reminisce.