andrea each night, i sit here & make a wish
on the stars that are in the sky
as i do so, the childhood song
resounds in my head
"twinkle, twinkle, little star,
how i wonder what you are"
& i do wonder
what makes you so powerful
that i & many others in this world
entrust our hopes & dreams to you?
many wishes have left my mouth
& went into your ears
with no outcome, no answer
it is not fair of you
to swallow my dreams
to let them fill your lonely soul
& to give me nothing in return
you do not need to grant them
just tell me what you can or can't do
i can feel my faith in you grow thin
maybe i would do better to wish
on something else for a change
mirror, mirror, on the wall...
but i'm greeted with a questioning face
i guess it is you &i once more
i'll just keep sending all of
my hopes skyward & wait for a response
"twinkle, twinkle, little star
how i wonder what you are..."

copyright 2000
alexit The melody of her form I see it glistening in the sun.
My eyes lose their focus as the salt water runs into a pool with a reflection of a youth no longer young.

splinken if brian wilson heard voices:

they were the sharks that glide back and forth down the california coastline; big sharks with bits of yellow surfboard digesting in their stomachs.
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