I so wish I could reach out to my star,
and comfort it with my hands.
It seems distant but still glows as if an inch
above my eyes.
Every night I watch it pose with other stars.
They glitter in the dark and I just wish there was a pink one.
My star holds most of my dreams
one to be a pilot and one to be rich.
I know it is an honest friend because each time I stare into the sky
it’s always there to show me that the world is infinite.
I could also bring light to the world.
I could also be a star.
But for now I just stay in touch
from an old brick house with broken windows
if hope is too far away
last chance of hope.