A falling star,
I'm blessed, kissed even,
By a falling star,
Bleeding bright throughout the night,
In the middle of Winter's dark light,
A falling star,
It stings my skin,
I'm blessed, a star I kissed,
Knowing the scars left behind are holy,
The scrapes and scabs,
Of a falling star,
It stings my skin,
Leaving it to scar,
But I'm blessed, as I'm star kissed,
I'm blessed in winter's quiet nights,
By holy falling stars that bless and kiss my skin,
As I close my eyes to sleep,
That I know cannot sleep with the softly damaging blessings from the winter's shower of falling stars.