She fell from the stars as if a gift sent just for me, wishing along the way as it burns for what could be.

Never crashing to the surface as she gentley extends her wings, yet devastatingly distant as are most other things.

Held in a connection that's covering the vastness of time, all those countless moments that had me trapped in her divine.

So blow another kiss so it will get there for a sweet goodnight, for I know tomorrow she will be there in the beauty of the light.