The Shooting Star

In a hutch
of daub and yew
once dwelt my sky
forever around
forever blue.
Descending, it waded
through shadows,
thru' unfathomed fears
in pools of voices
formed by tears.
Then climbed...past
dizziness , past pains,
and I ,blinking,lowered
my hands to tear-stains.
Yes it was over
and yes, she was through ,
a heart weighs more
when split in two.