Poem: Falling Star

The stars are falling, but I do not see where they are.

The shooting star has fallen, and I did not make a wish.

My chance to see you once more was the wish I am looking for.

I know that cannot be, but it seems good for me.

To know that maybe there where a chance I get to see your face.

I get to see your heavenly eyes, to touch your smooth skin.

The things I took for granted are the ones that keep me up at night.

They are the nightmares that lives in my beautiful dreams.