A Star For Wishing

I spied a star for wishing on Atop a world wrapped up in white, A silver furnace dead and gone, Yet through the aeons blazing bright. The tails of comets streaking through, A sky of mystic diamond gleam, Create a matrix red and blue Imprinted on the heaven's scheme. I count the cost of missing things, Of sadness scouring deep in me, To you my heart cries out and clings To loving, yearning desperately. I spied a star for wishing on And as a child I wished I might, Speed through the days 'till they are gone And once again you grace my sight...