Spell for the Falling Star

By chance or grace, the heavens spun,
and I caught a star while catching none.
No wish was made, no prayer was planned—
just light that slipped through mortal hands.

 The sky was laughing, wide and far,
reminding me how young we are.
To play, to pause, to look, to see—
the world still hums with mystery.

 So dance with dusk, let wonder start,
unclutter mind, unarmor heart.
For those who look, the night will show—
the stars still fall for those who know.

With Grace & Ink,

Mai