I wait and watch for falling stars,
in the liquid still of night.
To wish upon them one by one,
as they streak and fade from sight.
Bits of heavenly, alien dust,
they carry my hopes and dreams.
And I wish upon them one by one,
as childish as that seems.
Fate can change the stars, it’s said,
in the blink of a cosmic eye.
And I wonder about my destiny,
as they shoot across the sky…
The past is but a memory,
the future stays untold.
But if I can wish upon a star,
then my soul shall not grow old.
~ C.L.R. ~