On their way to Hades
They all think, I’ll be fine
I’ll remember who I am

They don’t realize or remember
How cold it can be, how isolated

And so one by one they return to the sky

They give in to the light once more
All their fuel consumed in a final burst
To break orbit from the gravity of flesh

So brightly burn the falling stars

Streaking across heaven
With that last brief moment of illumination

Moving the Universe forward, just a little

On their way to Hades
They all think, I will help
And one by one, early or late
They do.

-Erika Ginnis
2-6-14

In memory of Phillip Seymour Hoffman 1967-2014