I've made a hundred thousand wishes
None of which have come to pass.
But now I see my near fatal error:
I never built on what would last.
All the while I built castles
On jet streams and shooting stars,
The world turned beneath this canvas
Humming to dull its stinging scars.
All those single shooting stars, I saw them, yes,
But never realized the larger song,
This shimmering dance of light and sound
The other stars make all night long.
I was blind! So very blind!
And deaf to all cares but mine,
Until I stopped in the street 'neath the sky,
Stopped and heard the star symphony shine.
Quartets of red and white novas,
All glittering, sparkling, and sweet,
Playing melodies familiar, yet new
That echo in the puddles at my feet.
There is no discord here,
And nothing out of tune,
Only endless perfect cadences
And the milky whole-note tones of the moon.
I lose myself in brilliant star song,
Forgetting all my woes and cares,
This slow, circling dance of light
Convicts me of truth unawares.
