Wishing upon fallen stars.

Afire, flaming,
Wondering how
and why and where
and when.
Questions flit about,
under and around.
They flash and fade,
swirl and twirl.

A chase is on!
I run and chase,
cajole and beg.
I tease and trick,
leap and grab.
Finally! (Yes!)

The trapped question
melting out of my clutch.
I failed to scoop it back.
Failed, failed, failed.
it wasn't meant to be.