A Broken Trail

A shooting star,a blazing trail,
embracing a dying glow,
darting to its doom.
Its final moment of brightest glory
a fiery twinkle
over in a blink.
Its trail....a cache of wishes
for a fortunate eye.
I gaze skyward,
behold a vision divine,
all a-tremble,
whispering , wishing,
a belonging and
a final giving-in.