The Stars

The stars once leaned close to me,

and asked why my wishes had gone silent,

why my hands no longer reached for the dark.

I smiled as I told them,

every wish I ever shaped from hope,

arrived wearing her name.

The stars leaned back with a grin,

in silent understanding.

Once fulfilled,

it became a vibrant presence,

a miracle that implored the stars,

to search me for answers.