7 September 2012
I looked at the stars,
And I wished for a hand,
Lying back on cool grass,
Watching fireflies dance,
As the universe circles above,
I whisper my little wish,
Of a hand for my glove,
Just a someone to be mine,
Yearn'd treasures in the sky,
They look to sparkle and shine,
In this clear ancient night,
No whisper of a sound,
Except my small plea,
Even the breeze is light,
As I rest under this tree,
A sliver of hope for a hope,
To beat loneliness away,
A small wish on a star,
For a hand to come my way,
I murmur a promise,
To keep it forever close,
And open my heart up,
To whichever then glows.
A Hand To Hold • Opuss № I