1 February 2012
They always tell me to look up at the sky.
To look at the stars, search and try.
Try to find that one little spark,
The one flying across that sky so dark.
They always tell me to wish on that star,
Forgetting we move at different speeds to those far.
For truly that star is dead when we see it.
And so is our wish, dimmed as quickly as we lit it.
Starlight • Opuss № I