SHOOTING STAR

A shooting star lives only for a moment,
A shooting star lives only for a moment
travelling a path that one could never follow
unless embodied in the form of a single beam of light
certainly not in the taxi driving me home tonight.

Curious passers-by look at me and wonder why
the unexpected scent of incense makes me cry.
Where do you suppose the fragrance goes
when the flame has burned out?
A Sufi said it goes on forever;
no doubt he knew.

But who can show me how to find it now -
that light, that scent that was you?

~ Broken Wings ~

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