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Falling like the stars


Celestial bodies of gases,
Hub for energy changes,
Because it can’t start or end.

I wonder when you appeared on the bend,
Of my life’s highway,
Did the Twinkling stars smile as you took me away?

Away on a journey of nervous butterflies,
Laughing and dancing under the night skies,
Watching and falling like the stars.

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