The Wishing Star
Lying here alone, I gaze into the blackness above me
Then, I make a wish.
I wish for my friend, of whom I think such warm thoughts,
Then, I have a thought.
I think of my friend, of whom I discovered an innocent charm.
Then, I hear a sound.
I hear the sound of her silence, and how she is absent from me.
Then, I vent an anger
I vent my anger at the deceiver, whose lies and half-truths
Then, I shed a tear.
I cry for how she fails to see a great and honest truth,
Then, I know an emptiness.
I find empty a part of my inner self that was touched,
Then, I have a dream.
I dream of my loved friend and how she is neither alone nor sad,
Then, I find a smile.
I smile for how for all she has given, she now equally receives.
Thank you, Wishing Star.