Chunks of planets, space debris
Soaring towards Earth's atmosphere at over 30,000 miles per hour
Dull rock, pieces of ice
Plummeting into the night's sky in a glorious blaze, illuminating the darkness with its hue
If only for the blink of an eye
The Ancient Greeks used to believe that meteors, or shooting stars, were messages sent down from heaven to the ones they loved
One could only be so lucky to witness such a celestial phenomenon
Though science has since disproved this theory, I'm still on their side
Each morning I start my day to a screaming alarm clock at 5:20 a.m.
Through heavy eyelids, I hit the snooze, begging it for just five more minutes
I get up, out the warm embrace of the covers that surround me, and make the groggy walk to the bathroom where I throw cool water on my face, brush my teeth, and put on the clothes set out from the night before
I lace up my tennis shoes, head down the stairs, out the door, and into the stillness of the early morning
Most of the world is still getting in their last hour or so of sleep before beginning their day
The earth is still
It's that brief period of time when the night coincides with day
The moon casts it's glow, but a sun will soon be in its place
Alone with my thoughts, I pump my arms in synchrony with my legs
Sucking in air, letting it go
I run, freeing myself of worry and heartache with each mile I reach
Running truly is my therapy, as they say
The day my mother left this earth is a day I'll never forget
And on that day, after weeks upon weeks of nonstop rain, there was light
Sun and light that beamed over everything
On that day, I got dressed, laced up my tennis shoes, preparing for a long run ahead
I walked to my mother's room to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek, one that she would never know I left
I'll never forget that day
And if it wasn't for the run that I did not get to take, I would have never gotten the chance to kiss her goodbye
Even now, each time that I step out of that door
Tennis shoes laced, music blaring
I look up to the sky, searching for you
Billions upon billions of stars illuminate the darkness
And each morning that the stars are in sight, one always catches my eye the most
A star, that darts quickly across the sky
Or maybe it falls slowly towards the horizon
Sometimes one, sometimes three
But each morning, when I get up, with you in my heart, and stars in the sky, I witness that "celestial phenomenon" dropping from above
Maybe it's science, or maybe the Greeks were right after all
So keep sending hello's from heaven, my sweet mom, I'll be waiting for another star to fall
