Airplanes and Shooting Stars


There's a yearning in my heart
and it's so persistent,

I see stars shining
their brightness dripping into the sky,
laying down a blanket of
soft twinkling souls

carrying them away
to a place
where everything lasts,

but I look up
and it's raining--
the clouds are gray
and there's no moon to light up
my corner of the sky,

and I see an airplane going on by
and so I ask,

can we pretend
that the airplanes in the night sky
are shooting stars,

cause I could really use
a thousand wishes right now.

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