Oh to wish upon a star,
how I would that I was not so far.
Twinkles in the skye would instead
be the twinkles in your eye.
But alas the winds of fate keep passing me by.

His tantalizing whisper of a touch
dances across my skin every now and then.
I turn to grasp his fingers tightly and ask him 'when?'
But his only answer is a deep elusive laughter.
'Be patient little one for your time will come.'

Oh to wish upon a star,
how I would that I was not so far.
Twinkles in the skye would instead
be the twinkles in your eye.

But alas the winds of fate keep passing me by.

Written & Copyrighted By Jesslan
16 May 1999