Author Wilfrid Wilson Gibson Stars that fall through crystal skies,Winds that sink in songless death,Are the light within man's eyesAnd his body's breath.For a little while he burnsFitfully, a windy spark,Ere his shrivelled soul returnsTo the outer dark. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments