I fixed my dreams on a shooting star,
then held my breath and hung on tight.
And the world below became a blur
as we darted away.... into the night.

Then as swiftly as our journey began
it abruptly came to a rest.
And, suddenly, I was left alone
with the racing in my breast.

Hovering in the dark of night
I could scarcely believe my eyes,
as I watched my celestial guide
emerge from her disguise.

With quickened breath, I witnessed
this heavenly premier...
And, I quickly learned that shooting stars
are not as they appear,
but they are summoned angels
responding to a prayer.

02/19/2002

Posted on 02/19/2002
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