Silent Stars

Last night I wished on a star
That you'd be here with me
After all, it's the 13th
(Not a Friday, but it's February,
And just as unlucky)

But the star didn't answer
How could it?
It's just some ball of gas
Infinitely far and obcenely remote,
Not able to respond

No wonder you're nowhere to be found

I'm wishing for a moon tonight,
Because you'd see the same moon,
And we'd be connected somehow

But that, too, is just some rock
Floating out in space,
Never able to help me
Some crazy sphere out in the universe

As crazy as this sphere in which I live
This dream
In which you'd actually be here with me
Tomorrow, or any day,
In which the dreams are more than dreams
And the stars are more than balls of gas
And answer foolish prayers