When moonlight peeks
through the curtains
and the clock strikes twelve
I realize that my smile was only a dream
holding your hand
and flowers in the other
that you picked from my imagination
There is a price to pay
for Angel wings
gentle
born to be clipped
I am torn
with feathers tattered
I only want to fly
to softer places
where silence shatters the pain
and love conquers all
I can't rhyme anymore
for those were happier times
when I danced
to his sweet serenade
I find myself crying
in ink
uninspired
Perhaps all poets
are born to weep
So
I just exist
waiting for his smile
to stop this heart's fluttering
for days reborn
in shiny new stars that glisten
awaiting a kiss to awaken
as in all good fairy tale endings
I hear whispers in the wind
calling my spirit
to secret places
where dreams never die
holding one glass slipper
