A Shooting Star

You'll never guess;
what I saw last night!
A flying angel;
shooting by.

My falling star;
flew East to West

As I wished upon my shooting star;
I visualized my wish coming true.

I will never say what I wished;
for if I do, I may never sleep again.

My flying, falling angel;
skirted around the horizon.
Before I saw my angel vanish;
I saw my dream and wish coming true.

Yet falling apart