A streak of genius from an unseen brush–
He watches the sky.
A surge of gleam imbues the hush–
He sees it fly.
The sky is falling, crashing, drifting nigh–
He catches its wink.
The star rockets across the sky–
He hears its blink.
All is quiet to watch the light and think–
He too stares in awe.
The glowing outshines night's black ink–
He knows he saw.
The luminescent orb begins to yaw–
He doesn't take note.
It shines like the song of a holy qaw–
He's not remote.
The luminous light found a man to coat–
He feels himself die
The fire flees and leaves him smote–
She starts to cry.