Shooting Star
(Ottava Rima...

Passion found its fragile reeds
Poisoned stem to thorn...

Sacred memories kept in store
to never die and fade...

What solemn breeze hath blown ashore?
Too weak to whisk these battered sails...

Upon the ground where once thou walked
wild roses now doth bloom...

Should melancholy weigh upon your heart
Tomorrow seems a thousand miles beyond...