Pitch black sky
Only to be lighted by those few bright stars
As I look up
I choose one to my liking
I reach up
I take that star in my hand
And make a wish on the star
A wish I hope someday would come true
The shiny bright gold shape
Illuminating in my hand
Dare I let go
I must
For if I don't
The wish will not be granted
I slowly release that star
And watch as it soars
Like a sparkler just set off
Into the pitch black sky
Only to be lighted by those few bright stars
