Shooting star

Whrilwinds of massive gas clouds,
And sound waves untravelled for miles,
Explosions , nova, swrills of plasma,
And thunder lighting.

Thy window panes with the dim touch
Of moon godess, tanquilizing the air,
The dusts and the beetle's vibrations,
Thy cold breaths, blissed over my head,
And clam eyes fixed into mine, depths.

The tinkling stars unaware of your presence,
And busy leasing the cheeks of the sky,
The owl whistled the darkness of the night,
But its not yet the time....

The winds trembling the candle flames,
Which cast the shadows of two heads,
An heavenly ambience of the sky above,
Reflected in to the heart of us,
Which from light years above are yet unheard.....

The star that died millon years ago,
Have light yet unseen by us,
The birth of an new star,
In your heart and mine,
Are the twinkling shine,
And silvered river,
Flowing beneath, through that valley,
With twists and turns,
Like you shivering fingers.
You art my shooting star.....