Shooting Star   You know you want me. And I know it, too — baby, if you were looking for a sign then look no further. You’re home, and you knew   it from the first. You love the way I make you feel so cool, feel so warm, the real you — the best you’ve ever been. So why not take   me in your arms — I’ll flow like velvet light, I’ll show you secret things, I’ll soothe the ache inside your sad, untethered heart — I might   even take you to heaven. Climb on — wind your fingers through my mane and hold on tight — this is love, it’s love, and baby, you’re mine.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont September 2012