Getting down on one of
Two bruised knees

Asking for the hand of some
Angel too good for a

Mortal man.
One step closer to the

Beginning of the journey.
Fingers charred from holding

His heart too close to the
Midsummer sun.

Atheist prayers to gods as
Deaf as stones.

Well, illusions wither and break.
Falling stars are the size of

Grains of sand.
I sometimes hate knowing.