An aurora of twilight flutters,
only to grace his sky,
as he wishes for her to grace his life.
With all these words he plans to say,
but only to himself.
When the star slowly dies from the sky,
along fades his aspiration and whispers,
for love and for life.

As the wind whispers through her hair,
incircling her face, as she laughs.
He only smiles, inquiring in himself.
Appealing to have a soul.
But feeling nothing, she leaves his heart.
Distorted and disclosed.
As she fridigly walks away.
His aspirations and whispers,
for love and for life,
go cold.

Unrequited he lays, in the farthest field.
Under the sky.
Merely just to feel her brush of lips and whispers.
until he opens his eyes in ancipitation.
Only to find his star, her star,
passionately across the sky.
He had never expected to wait forever,
only for her...
But dreaming of a paling star,
veiling for an aspiration
only to hear her apostate whispers.
Flutters from his body,
winged as only only soul,
to find the love of his life.
In the heavens as his shooting star.