Shooting Stars

 The shooting stars light up the sky,
With a magical golden dance,
They are gliding and falling in unison,
With  them is a beautiful romance.

The bright yellow moon high above,
Shining down for all to see,
Looking down upon two lovers,
It smiles upon you and me.

There are planets, and comets,
And stars shining bright,
As the lovers are one,
In the depth of the night.

At break of dawn, the bright sun rises,
And the lovers go back to the sky,
They lived a dream, they know it now,
But they had to know how and why.