The Falling Star

Silver weaves with gold,

While the lone star sits in silence,

So far from home.

It’s light fades,

Coming and going,

Dwindling as seconds tick by.

Will it be remembered?

For the way it filled the darkness,

With its never-ending glow.

Will the moon mourn?

For they have been friends

Since the star first shone a light.

As the sun crowns itself

In the sky,

The star knows it’s time.

So, with its last breath,

It glimmers iridescent,

And cracks at the seams.

With its last chance to sing,

It waves goodbye to the light,

And greets the dark with a smile.

About The Author:

Chloe D'Inverno is the Founder and Editor-in-chief of Everywhere Publication. She created this online blog to create a community for writers so she could share their work as well as her own. Working full-time in marketing, this is a side project of hers. In her spare time, she loves to read and write (and work on Everywhere Publication!).