The Stars Must Be Aligned
I lay here mesmerised by the sky so immense,
Observing the stars that are so dense.
The stars must be aligned in this heavenly bliss,
However, I know just by looking, that one is amiss.
Save for those we use, as a birth sign,
Some remain scattered and cannot align.
Because of this particular star so delicate and cherished,
A star that one’s desires are purposefully wished.
I know this star is meant for me,
To admire and only for me to see.
I gaze upon it for a while,
And it’s warm radiance leaves me with a smile.
How do I know one is missing may ask?
To count all those stars would be an impossible task.
This star I speak of cannot be sort after up on high,
For its twinkles originate, from the corner of your eye…..
**Thanks Wilma for the title I hope you like it**
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