Summer Knights

I watch the stars cry

On sweet summer nights when everything is just right

For all except those who

Are broken in jars and windowsills pleading with the night.

Whose smiles have stopped reaching their eyes

And whose fingers lay unfilled in their laps, consuming their mind between laughs.

Because when everything thing is so nice, your mind slips back

To poisoned fruit and dancing, just two.

I see my stars crack and fall not with a bang or a pop

But with one too many nights left alone with the sky.

So please, my love don't leave me alone

And please don't wish upon my soul that which

Would dash this golden glass fairytale as a last shooting star across the sky.

But if you must, 

Fly high my prince, and burn as bright,

Because no feat of miricle could save

The perfect innocence of what we used to be.

Not a curse, but a cruel circumstance is the villan of this life to whom

I will pay my penance of pain in the absence of a final page.

And after the sticky summer nights do pass, 

Hands once more become just that and happiness begins to sneak back 

Into broken hearts, like life through concreate cracks.