you dance like some, by Mark Page

Mark Page

you dance like some

falling star

appearing closer than

you actually are

before you fade out from my sight

i make a wish

that you might fall on me

tonight

you dance like some

falling star

though you never seem

to stray very far

i know some will never see

you will always be a lucifer

to me

shine on me falling star

and let me know how very

brilliant you are

i see the envy of the sun

will kiss the moon and slowly melt them

to one

fall on me shining star

you take me closer than

i’ve ever been by far

i am waiting for your glow

that i might always be the only one

you know

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