The Folly
Once I chased a falling star,
Once and only once, I vowed
To plead perchance, I dimmed it’s spark,
To it that shone so bright and proud.
Blindly and with burning gaze
I sought my heart and turned blind eye.
And looked upon that blinding face,
My penitence wrought me to die.
When the embers of a distant sky
Lit spark to my most sweetest woe,
I sighed to think it weren’t for naught
Were I to die my death and go.