Blink, flicker, flash of light, I wish upon
the first star I see tonight. To wish for
something pure and true, not to bold, yet not
so shy. Since life is simple, a story written by
day, as by night. Stories of love, freedom, and
beauty, others being of fear, revenge, and spite.
Each story new, full of life, each story their own,
not one alike. All written down in the great book
of time, with not one excluded from this tapistry
devine. For we all have our own story, and if you
are so waise, you will listen to the tells of past
stories, and place them amoung your own pages.