A Star For Wishing
I spied a star for wishing on
Atop a world wrapped up in white,
A silver furnace dead and gone,
Yet through the aeons blazing bright.
The tails of comets streaking through,
A sky of mystic diamond gleam,
Create a matrix red and blue
Imprinted on the heaven's scheme.
I count the cost of missing things,
Of sadness scouring deep in me,
To you my heart cries out and clings
To loving, yearning desperately.
I spied a star for wishing on
And as a child I wished I might,
Speed through the days 'till they are gone
And once again you grace my sight...
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