Perseids

Last night, i've been gazing at the sky,
Wish-washing my head with thoughts.
I even saw white ghosts waving shy,
And drop-down stars like tequila shots.

But then, someone painted canny clouds,
And made the shiny lights go off.
I closed my eyelids and left the crowds,
Found out - stardust made me caugh.

The Perseids are here and dying...
We can't do nothing about them.
So lay your dreams and stop the sighing.
The moonlit talks in, R.E.M...