Falling,
A shooting star,
Its trajectory,
Set by unknown pilot,
Its destination,
Lost in the vault of heaven.
My course,
As yet unknown,
My pilot, distressed,
No map-reader,
Uncoordinated,
No co-ordinates,
No destination,
Lost.
I fell,
Years ago,
Not that I,
Ever knew my course.
Aimless,
Wandering the void,
Cardinal points,
Meaningless pointers,
On the road,
To Nowhere.
Shooting star,
Guided by unseen hand,
How I admire you,
Your course is set,
May you find your home,
Amidst the firmament,
May your direction be true,
Do not deviate,
Like I,
From your path,
Although,
If I ever had one,
I fear it is lost now,
In a time long past.
A time,
When I knew,
Or thought I did,
How to get home.
