The Shooting star

The prevailing dramatic hours of darkness,

Reflecting the curvy Moon and the scintillating stars,

Reminded self of about the blinked Nightmare.

Nineteenth of November in the agenda and quarter to eight in timepieces.

With my entity resting by his side on the bank of the river.

The moment I got my right palm clutched with one of his left,

Felt as if the linkage was created with emotions.

The hearts beating for the system but seeking for the other one to listen the lubb and dubb.

The eyes staring at me but gripping my real sentiments with affection. 

The glossal muscle trying to utter but still left with tranquility. 

The grin from ear to ear was the cause of beauty but the reason of his tenderness. 

The breeze providing the comfortness but waiting for the warmth to be felt under his arms.

The fireflies illuminating but the dimmed glow from my skin was brighter to catch hold his optic.

When unexpectedly the 'The Shooting star' tearing the celestial sphere from the East.

That made the grip even more tighter with his desire to request for a wish.

The closed eyes and the murmuring lips defining our bond with passion. 

From friends to soulmates but with a vow.....

"Be with me no matter how distant it is...

Trusting me no matter the state of affairs....

Loving me no matter the hatred words....

Promising me to his forever one"

It was not a stop but an end to the Nightmare.

Realising the innocence I wondered of the imaginary friend,

And left with a query,"Will the Shooting Star gonna oblige his WISH?"