one morning the evening star
wished, wished with all
the ache in her heart
that she could run, run away
so far, far into another art of
a different throne to cast her
rays, where the shadows spoke
in an alien language,
where different ships looked upon
her for a great destination,
where the winds sang a different tune
and the ocean murmured of unpredictable claims,
oh how sometimes this even star yearned,
yearned with all her heart that one day
she could leave the comforts in the puzzle,
in her small share of the vast, vast sky
oh, how the evening star
could lay eyes on an alien horizon  
so she wished, wished each morn and twilight
wished upon a lone, lone trail
set ablaze in the heavens above her throne
where the travelers, the sky-streakers,
those who starred wherever the world
she wished upon those,
the runners, those who demanded
for more