After dusk before dawn rises Gold sometimes the old surprises The new with deep blue depression In an unwelcome digression An end we go through to begin Who only fall to rise again A cold regret to not forget Though not remember no not yet Under the tarnished silver stars The dusty moon and rusty mars We wonder but we understand Falling stars should not look down and Other such practicalities For falling stars though falling slow Enough to ask if not to know Nor miss the opportunities Of these downward trajectories Up to the task as we unmask Unwrap ourselves from vanities That trap the stars that never fall Now is forever after all From dusk to dawn how life goes on +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIV