Star Bridge II

           How they tumble eventually, fallen fire , but they burn to the very end .

           I climbed the words of poets
  As I flew upon the ideas of dreamers 
It was the lights of many cities that showed me the way. The ovation of the seasons , change was evident for the student . As a leaf falls from the tree , it gracefully dances to its demise down below . 

How high I climbed , poems were the staircase, as the ink was the foundation .
Till i was reading to the moon , and the stars seated around us . So far from the start , I forgot what brought me here . The truth , became my truth twisted yet sweet . For I possessed the pen at the moment , and every poet wants an audience.