Samuel Stuart Pennell

The star wouldn't shine,
no matter how much he asked it to

The night sky was an ocean of black,
-Time and sky were rushing over his head

The delicate stillness of the stars hung overhead,
Like a lit up crystal chandelier

He was underneath the enormity of night,
Sitting on his back porch

There were colours in the darkness, and
he was swimming in the night air

Lightning bugs illuminated the fields,
like sparks pouring off of Vulcan's anvil-

Like a thousand Japanese lanterns

That was on the evening that his father died,
a thousand years ago, it seems

A thousand stars ago, it seems
For he wished on a thousand stars since then