Falling Star (The Stranger)
i heard a knock upon my door;
a stranger's voice, i almost knew.
against the pleading of my soul,
i turned the key, and let him in.
'gather your things, it's time to go! '
'better yet, just leave them here.'
i rose and dressed and took his hand,
and left without looking back.
what we fear the most is sometimes the best.
what's done is done, the curtain falls.
as every creature great and small
looks upward to catch a falling star!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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