You were  bright-eyed like a flouriest
                     angel lighting up the streets.


But they can be dimming.


            Night has away of draining
                                                  beauty

into void less shadows.

I once saw stars in your eyes,
          now all I see is the space

in-between.

Flowers blossoming,
            spring breezes
            were your words to me.

I found you clipped,
           dead eclipses vacant within you.


It doesn't matter how bright you shine,
                               the city may outshine

                                                  you.

And what was always able to rise,
               set with the demise of light.


They found you extinguished,
       in a shallow grave of regret.

Cities have a way of collecting
             the wishes upon stars,

and dousing them out in to
nothingness
            but silence.


I wish upon a star, but all stars die...