Every night I gaze into 
the darkening western sky 
and marvel as the brilliance 
begins to sparkle there so high. 

Then I pick the brightest star 
and imagine it is you, 
and confess with all my heart 
that my love for you is true. 

If only I could hold you 
and tell you to your face, 
but alas, you are as far away 
as that star in outer space. 

But I promise you that some day 
I’ll stop wishing on the stars, 
for that will be the very day 
I’ll hold you in my arms! 


                        march 2002