Shooting Star Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.

If Cupid would lend me
His bow and an arrow,
I'd aim it at the moon.

Even when I know
I'll miss and lose my shot
In the void between the stars,

I'll still pull the string
And pray for my aim be true...
Just to see

This little wish of mine
Become a shooting star
Blazing through the night

Trailing a line of hope
As people close their eyes
Making their earnest wishes

For their halves to be found
In place of what
I know could never be mine.