Meteor Shower, by Montana Barker

The sun lifts up the moon

Spilling the sky in ink,

And we marvel at the stars,

While our feet cling tight to the ground.

A million miles away, unattainable

Ichor tears trail across blue velvet,

Falling endlessly

Until the sun stains their sky

With brushstrokes of orange,

And we are left hoping,

That they will weep tomorrow night.