Wishing Upon Every Star Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Picking my way through this lonesome night, being run
down by stress and turmoil, sitting beneath a brilliant
moonlight, trusting in the hope and promise of tomorrow.

Wishing upon every star, looking for a miracle to
bring you back to me, a total emptiness being reflected
in tides of this interior ocean.

Watching the moon being rippled in the waves, eyes
filled with tears as I sit and write about you, my dear,
a brave and wonderful heart you always had.

Now far, far away, lost in a land I know nothing of and
cannot find my way to, not knowing what directions to
take, stars still twinkling above, but I can no longer
see them, nor you, my love.