Supposedly the stars shine ever so brightly

Yet the haze clouds the eyes

Darkened eyes and muted brain

To touch the stars would be so divine

But not yet

Not today

Not tomorrow

For now, hands in the air

Feet on the ground

Holding steady and preparing

For there is still much left to hope for

Just wish upon a falling star

And blow sweet kisses up back at the sky

Wrap them up in pink bows

And keep the yearning alive