Wish Upon A Star

By Christianez Dennis

Once upon a shooting star

A green young lass laid eyes

‘This is how wishes are born’, she said

‘When stars decide to die.’

She dreamt wide and dreamt afar

Of ruby kisses and pale blue skies,

Of buttered caramel on fresh brown bread

And silent chamomile smiles.

A love that holds no bar,

She said, one that brings no lies.

A clear-crystal conscience at night stead

And a sleep that bears no sighs.

As I walk through this stone and tar

Strength to my sinews and thighs

The gaze that knows exactly what’s ahead

Expertly slicing through every guise.

Faith in my convictions, oh yonder star!

And thoughts woven and wise

A lily pad, at death, to rest my head

And to wake up to paradise.

‘Oh dear’ exclaimed the falling star

‘Who painted your wit with lies?’

These ephemeral hopes upon which you are fed

But there are no hands rolling the dice.

You sit dreaming with your eyelids ajar

But pay attention to this advice

Because reality is like the silver thread

Which will close in on you like a vise.

Love is fickle, just because people are

And love isn’t life’s grand prize.

Falling out of love is so easy a tread

Sometimes you’ll be the first to say goodbye.

Your beliefs, my dear, can inflict scars

Don’t ever try to hold on too tight

You will see sickness and stand by death beds

And suckle spirits to forget the cries

Not one path but millions stretch afar

And winding, your true destiny belie

Look at me, helpless in my own fall

So how can I help you survive?

By Christianez Dennis