My star.

Standing with the rest of your fans.

With hopes that I get to see an angel.

When I see your face, I go out of my head.

Until we dart across the skies.

I will catch a star for you.

With you I soar beyond the skies.

 

 

We watch them, we grow into them and they grow into us. Loved by us in our dreams, caught by fantasies upon fantasies. dreams and wishes endear them more...

 

musing about all your games.

pretense has been a sojourner here.

for me its dream after dream.

caught by the lush touch of your snares.

surounded by you each moment and

every second of way.

stars and the moon beams great your gaze.

and I stare deeper. wishing only to escape.

to some world away with you.

 

 

we get drowsy. Tired of the dreams. wishes have grown old and love is going cold. there is more to dream and more to wish, life has its plenty then we give up...

 

watching as you pass by again.

looking into those eyes a fan that I am.

knowing that for life I wont get a taste.

seeing this and dreaming on makes me get the chills.

this isnt fever though you've made my temperature high.

fear, love and desire. mixed has made me lose my mind.

the fear of losing you. the love of my life. My one desire.

though I never had you. So ends this beautiful nightmare.

 

Author's Note

And the poem goes on.