Fleeting Star
Prose
by Anne G and J.M.G.
Did you see me last night as I passed over you? I was that fleeting star in the ink black sky following your every move. One celestial body amongst a constellation of glimmering lights yet so unique for I am yours.
Does the world make more sense to me now that I am no longer earth bound and merely a speck in an infinite galaxy? It matters little, for what does, will be once more.
Soon you will join me and together we will burn across the great expanse ; ageless and timeless, two fleeting stars.
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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