Still Thinking of Irene When a Star Falls

Alone as a thin shadow in the universe, I am alive without hearing any heartbeat; this was the same spot we happily lay down in a huge meadow of daises and whispered sweet words, no, they weren't for the stealthy wind to keep! Now, it refuses to bring them back..oh, what a letdown! Still thinking of Irene when a star falls, I follow it breathlessly, wishing it had fallen into my lap and had touched it as I touched her with gentle hands saying, " You are the most beautiful star in this galaxy, and I own you until destiny raptures me to another planet... where tears become smiles and pain becomes joy!" Sad as a nightingale without a mate, I struggle to stay awake, trying to catch a glance of her... why is she too afraid to come out and hear my despair, I would kiss her fervently and be passionate.... by changing the discordant sky that lacks the happy notes of nightingales, I would sing an aria and make it come alive to even make the stars dance! Still thinking of Irene when a star falls, but not knowing where it'll land, it'll leave hope in fragments, increasing sorrow and loneliness for a soul in penance; giving all for self-gratification is absurd silliness that leaves this generous giver with empty hands... having failed to recognize how lucky he was!