Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Underneath the starlit night I journey on this desert plain with each step the sand gets deeper, longer, and sharper— The Pain. This land continuously brakes possibly to the point its beyond repair it even changes to a beach with an ocean more salt than water— The Despair. But as I walk I look up at the millions of bright stars and stare hoping at some point one will grace me and shoot down my way— The Prayer. That’ll burn happiness into my life revealing with a warm flame angelic eyes, radiant hair, and gleaming smile but not what I desire— Your Name.