Wishes after another, every star I see,
every star that makes me believe,
is a leaf on a tree.
Ready to take sail with the wooshes of a wind
Undeveloped or maybe impossible.
But I can dream beyond a dream.
I see it. It's in the grasps of my hands
I'm reaching, I touched it, a small grip
and it slips away, another unreal memory,
Dissolved in a fast vanishment.
Although it left, it was only a scent,
It wasn't there to stay.
But stars come back every night, and soon,
It won't ever go away.