all of a sudden
it happened
i was there, lying in the grass
the sun set was incredible
but that was hours ago
i rested, dozed a little
then awoke
the sky became alive with light
a shooting star
it traveled down
long graceful arc
slowly descending
growing brighter
faster
then it was gone
it went out
its life was over
a brief bright life
man is like this
we are here but a brief moment in cosmic time
how we choose to spend it
how we choose to live it
how we choose
it is in this that we reveal
our place
are we a shooting star?
will our choice to be bright
or to be dark
it is our choice
or is it
should mankind be allowed to worship the dark?
how can he?
when he is surrounded by the light
the bright
one can choose to ignore the obvious
one cannot avoid reality
death lives in the dark
life lives in the light
i choose light