This summer night the sky
was an explosion of starlight
They are so beautiful she said.
Not as lovely as you I whispered.

You seem so fascinated by the stars
I think they are more fascinated by me.
I answered

I once thought that stars were made
of magic dust and could grant
the wishes of lovers
here on earth.
But they are not.

She looked at me closely
seeking an explanation.

All they are made of
Are the ungranted wishes,
and sad broken promises.
Wishes they never granted me.
regardless of all the love in my heart.
I explained.

Which is your wishing star
she asked?
i point to the brightest star
in the heavens.
"that one,
the brightest star in the night sky."
it is so full and bright with all my
ungranted wishes.

They are all about you I said.
Doesn't that perhaps
make you a star.