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.