As a little kid,
three feet tall and eyes that brimmed
I wished on stars.
eyes fat from my path
as my neck dropped backwards
as if by puppet-strings loosened,
searching for that first apparition
to glisten in the purple chiffon sky.
that it belonged to me,
that it would grant
my heart's content.
I spun myself in circles,
racing through deer-walked meadows
at a time
just to collapse into the dew-licked grass
eyes wide open as the leaves of an unwritten book,
waiting to greet the lights above
as they punctuated the fog of darkness
in mimicking circles