My shooting star

My shooting star

A fraction of a second
Lighted my shooting star
While crossed from west to east
One of my nights

Ephemeral
Almost unnoticed
Only for few ones
Important

That’s my point
Shooting stars’ and
Human’s time scales
Are ridiculously small

Shooting stars belong
To the first who see them
And is customary
To ask for a desire

So please little flash
Give me more lighting time
Or more light
Or at least more time

VABM October 27, 2009