Worthless Wishes Poem by anais vionet

It's no use wishing on the moon,
beware that nearly untouchable lunar beauty,
for she has a dark side and will desert you
when the fickle twirling earth makes
the night into morning.

It's no good wishing on the stars,
those illusions you see are a million years old -
stars die, own no magic and they too will fade
as the morning blossoms upon the night.

The ancients wished on the treasonous sun
that provides warmth but no compassion
- although it can bring the new day
- it can do little else