Whispers in the wind (which no one hears anymore)

This is a much shorter poem than my usuals, and the style is different as well. 

I'm trying something new, something that looks and feels a little more "modern". 

Enjoy. :)

From the bright star, 

comes imagination,

To righteous anger turning,

Into thoughtless wishes.

Burning bridges,

To when it all stops hurting,

A world in alteration,

That lives in a faded scar.

(Also, the second canto from "Throne of the Forest" is in the works. I know I've been taking my sweet time writing, but know that it's in the works.)

Let me know what you think, and how I can make improvements. 

Thank you,