Shooting Stars

The last clouds are gathering above
Their strength is furious no more
He spreads the wings of the machine
To catch the wind they start to throw
And operating from the top
He took them all under his wings
To pass the desert sea below
And so they ride the breath of wind
A lightning broke the line of night
And then a thunder set the tone
But none of them remembered how
They used to terrify before

The water plunging from the sky
Changes consistence right away
From liquid now it turns to ice
Cold needles flying constantly

But there’s no landing spot below
The desert sea looks dangerous
A vast landscape of nothingness
The proper place for threats to grow
A distant island in the sight
Coming to shape before their eyes
With every lightning that erupts
Like fire pouring from the sky
And in the middle thrones a fire
Breathing the now so rarely air
It sends a weird invitation
There is the place they have to land

With every needle he endures
Cold icicles shiver his spine
That island must be reached somehow
Gathering strength he holds his life

It siphons breath away from him
This rain was send to hold them back
Slowly, to desert they descend
The island still being so far