Shooting Stars

Love is like a whistle of the wind,

You can not see but you can feel it

it as it carries you in its ways ever so gently,

pulling at your sleeve where you wear your heart

making the weight of the world feel weightless as you wander for the direction,

that it leads you in.

Love is like a whisper quiet from the noise of every day life,

calling young hearts with old souls softly that when you stop and listen

When the world is loud.

Love is like wings, that take you beneath them with your own,

And you do not fall, because

Love is there to lift you up when you are down, and pick you up off your feet

Helping you back up again so that with new strength you can spread your wings and fly,

Instead of crawl when you have stumbled,

Giving the strength when without you crumble,

Love is like a rainbow after a storm,

A reflection of the sun like a mirror.

Love is like the Milky Way opening up your mind to the stars

Wishing on them like dandelions aware someday they’ll all come true

Like a light, that is always shining. The sun, the stars and the moon.

Everything is me and everything is you.