Did angels fall, one by one,
from the sky?
Or have the stars, each its own,
stop twinkling in your eyes?
Did the moon, in its soft glow,
fail to bring peace?
Did the calmness of night, so fair,
bring you to your knees?
Did you whisper of forever, not yours,
under moon beams and twinkles.
Did you promise your heart, treacherous,
not seeing that it is fickle?
© bipolarmuse 2012