STAR-GAZING

These tiny little things

that shine from so far away

Are they really

what they are made out to be?

Dead parents at times

and wish-granters at others

Curious have you made us all.

What you are I wonder?

Night after night

As I sit here by my bed

At the skies I gaze

And you never cease to amaze.

For every night you change

And yet you are all the same

Yet something different to me you mean

Every night the way I wanna make you seem…