Shooting Star

Note: A poem written in memory of our friend Kent Reynolds after he passed away in the summer after his senior year.

By Matt Kuntz and Eric Bryson                                                                                

August 1994

I sat awake on the dock last week 

Watching the meteor shower. 

Enthralled by the beautiful comet’s death 

And all of its radiant power. 

Running across the darkened stage 

Spilling forth desire 

I wish I had more time to watch 

That little ball of fire 

For you filled my life with so much hope 

As you rushed on through the night. 

Your heart defined a blinding courage   

Even to your final flight. 

You were such a brilliant contrast 

Above the coal black pine 

I’ll always treasure your memory 

In this brighter heart of mine. 

Your fleeting path ‘cross the sky 

Was all to no avail 

Just a ship cast in the sea 

With a tattered, lonely sail. 

That ship set sail with the hand of God 

To make it through the night. 

But somewhere along that lonely path 

It lost its guiding light. 

Just like that ship, these rocks from the heavens 

Shoot forth with awesome power 

But shortly after, all that’s left  

Is the memory of the shower. 

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We love ya, Jive Turkey, We will see you on the road home