Dear First Star I See Tonight,
I have a wish to make upon your grace
You are of plasma and light
Burning, dying
Yet you listen to my materialistic lying

In truth, the wish I would like to beg of you
Is far more selfless
Or at least I hope it is

Is it too much to ask?
Of you, divine being in the sky?
Is it too much to ask?
Of them, of flesh and life

I want true companions
Through and through
Ages of peace
Ages of war
People to fight for
People to fight with
Where we meet each other’s edges softly
And click
Like puzzle pieces
Smaller components
To a larger whole

We’ll laugh
And cry
But it’ll be the sweetest bliss
For we were all made for each other
The way our atoms draw each other in
We’re all made from the same stardust
Trying to reignite the gorgeous flames we once had
Soul mates the way only soul mates can be

But is it too much to ask?
I must ask for it grows burdensome on my lonely heart
Which still strives in search of the other part
My wish that I send to the skies
Is a wish of true friendship;
Nothing more
Nothing less than the best
...That’s selfish, isn’t it?

Dear first star I see tonight
I desire no grant of materialism
I just want to be emotionally catered for
To the utmost perfection
Which is why, I wish to befriend you, dearest First Star I See Tonight

Aren’t you lonely?
Like me?
So, how about it?
Would you like to be my friend, oh dearest First Star I See Tonight?