Shooting Stars

"Thre's one"
we said, as
the blue fire spark
fell from on high
to down,
leaving behind its
more permanent companions.

"There's another"
and we yelled together
in the common delight
of finding a cosmic storm 
breaking
just above our humble heads.

We sat
in wonder
as bright wonderous things
passed and died,
sometimes leaving glowing trails
that stitched Orion
to the Pleiades.

They passed 
long ago,
these fiery things
which burned a place
across my memories.