Wishing On Stardust
Why do we wish upon twinkling stars, that are so far away,
Is it that in our hearts, we wish to travel there someday?
Do we wish and hope, to achieve some great success,
Or perhaps for comfort, when enduring a troubling mess.
Is it for bars of gold, shining in the sun,
Or to wish what has happened, can then be undone.
Do some people wish, to drive sickness far away,
In heartbroken attempts, to let their loved ones stay.
Do we wish for rain, when the sun is shining bright,
Or for clear skies, when thunder claps at night.
Is it to see our face, upon the silver screen,
Immortalized on film, with a never aging sheen.
Might our wishes be to say, something we left unsaid,
To those no longer with us, upon wispy clouds they tread.
Do we wish away our sadness, and the pain of time gone by,
Or to never grow old, amongst the stars we fly.
Are all these wishes just fluttering thoughts, lost on the evening breeze,
Or the very sparks of motivation, for each new ambition we shall seize.
Do we turn to the stars, when in need of a friend,
Winking down upon us, each night we can depend.
Is it in times of hope, when our heart stirs in our chest,
Our sparkling dreams are much, too awake to put to rest.
Are our wishes perhaps the thoughts, our hearts fear to speak aloud,
Thus we cast them in celestial ships, sailing far beyond the clouds.
Maybe wishes are such, special glints of who we are,
That our hearts share them, with the glittering, twinkling stars.
Or perhaps with the stars we know, our wishes we can entrust,
For our beings are carefully crafted, from the very same stardust.