Evening Star...

 A jewel
set into the platinum sky
  Shivering there
in the chilly  twilight
 Once, I used to wish,
 used to believe
          in the magic
    of the first star
 the evening star
    I would close my eyes
and say the words
  ( and they still fall so easily
 from the tongue)
 and wait for the promise
   to be fulfilled.
     And there it glitters
  in the bezel of
 silvered light,
but      
  the hope
    in the magic
      is gone.
 We grow up
     and see the world
with the shine rubbed off.
   And we recognize
the folly of faith
    in magic,
Because
  even stars
      break
     promises..