Another starry sky poem

This poem is by Rilke and was sent to me recently along with several others that were new to me. 

Falling Stars

Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes--do you recall?  And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
 watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.