unspoken feelings <poetry>

Wishful Constellations

Beneath the night's enchanting sky,
I gaze up at the stars so high,
My heart whispers in sweet elation,
Yearning for our constellation.

In distant nights of long ago,
Two souls collided, hearts aglow,
Yet time and distance pulled us apart,
Leaving us with an aching heart.

Oh, how I wish the stars would gleam,
And guide us back to our old dream,
Where destiny's hand would intertwine,
And our hearts would once again align.

I wonder if, up in the skies,
The constellations hear our cries,
Do they hold secrets of our fate,
Will they align, or must we wait?

Each night, I search the heavens above,
Hoping for a sign of love,
A shooting star, a cosmic sign,
That our paths will once again entwine.

Oh, how I long to see your face,
To feel your touch, to share your embrace,
To laugh and talk like days of old,
When our hearts were young and bold.

In the celestial dance above,
I pray the stars will show their love,
And bring us close, side by side,
With destiny as our trusted guide.

Until that day, I'll wish and dream,
Hoping that fate will hear my plea,
That in the vastness of the sky,
Our love will find a way to fly.

And as I watch the stars above,
I know that somewhere, you're dreaming of,
The day we'll meet under moon's shine,
To wish on stars, forever entwine.