I gaze up into the sky, searching,
Looking for a wishing star.
I want to make a wish
To heal my broken spirit.

My eyes scan the horizon,
Looking for a star for me,
But like everything else,
The stars reject my summons.

Even the moon turns a cold face
Toward me, silently shunning
This wandering soul,
This lonely heart.

I turn in every direction,
Hoping to find something,
Anything that I can grasp
And hold onto for stability.

I look toward the heavens,
Sending out a silent plea,
But the all that accepts my wish
Is the shadow of a burnt out star.