Falling Star

I saw a star fall
from its place in the night –
it did not land in a crash
but with such grace
that I was impressed for I do not
trust things that plummet.
Too often they have misjudged their capabilities
only to make an utter fool of themselves.
But here was the star
that fell on a quiet night –
I wondered why it had fallen
for I had not witnessed one
fall before.
Now what does it mean when a star falls?
Is it a sign?
Of the end of its reign
or the beginning of greater things to come?
For stars do not fall for no reason –
perhaps someone had
known that I had been lonely for too long
and knocked a star off the sky –
and so, the star fell
down, down and down
to stay with me in quiet company –
company that does not condemn but
fills silences with overflowing peace,
an eternal present
where the past ceases to haunt,
the future ceases to begrudge,
and I am free to fall,
confident that I would land on grass,
a miracle.