I saw before the edge of all I know
A streaking trail no night could keep from me
My knees did weaken and my head lay low
Beauty blazing across the dark sky-sea
My hands for purchase doth greedily grasp
As blinding beauty to my eyes did greet
Fingers deftly closing with hopes oft dashed
Surprised when star's tail caught for a heartbeat
But writhe nor twist not this heavenly love
With quiet grace and beauty did she seek
To calm this mortal creature from above
Grant a heavenly kiss upon blush'd cheek
Celestial beauty snared in my heart
Shooting star wished upon to ne'er part
My first ever sonnet. Saw shooting stars the other night and was inspired to wonder what catching one might be like. Thought a sonnet would fit best...
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