My Falling Stars

Every now,
And every then,
And every day before last,
And last day of the end,
A tick-tick of the second hand
Marks the burning of another star.
A death in the sky,
My sky,
My galaxy of light
And hope
Where opportunities twinkle
Like dust in the sunlight
Which is too far to see.
The meteors blast,
Cold shots of beauty
Which colour the stars
And mark in the sky their hateful path
To my scarred and dented Earth
In showers of magnificent fate.
My falling stars.