Aug 21, 2014

Wish Upon a Star

Burning ball of gas,
A billion miles away,
How could you grant my wish?
Hydrogen, splitting,
A cosmic ball of heat.
You're already a hundred years
Past your expiration date.
I'm a hundred years late
To make a wish.
Wipe a tear, feel its kiss.
Atoms ripping,
Burning light.
How could you grant my wish
From a billion miles away?

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