Wishing Star

Through the branches, outstretched,
like glittering gold in a sifting pan;
their effervescence forever etched
upon the sky where light began.

Like glittering gold in a sifting pan,
our dreams we cast to unknown heights;
upon the sky where light began,
we watch for signs into the night.

Our dreams we cast to unknown heights,
their effervescence forever etched,
as we watch for signs into the night,
through the branches, outstretched.