Sitting under a staircase of stars,
Next to her brother’s love and her sister’s gifts,
By an ancient and undisturbed tree,
Listening to the sounds of its strange fruit,
The sounds of wishes bright and pale,
Drifting through the wandering branches,
Like explorers in search of new lands,
She hears a sailor stranded at sea,
Wishing a mermaid would end his suffering,
And the music of truest loves longing,
Through the seasons of near and far,
Rustling orchestrally, celestially, chasing,
A dreaming night sky high above them all.

Then, there is a turn – a pulsing wish,
Given the urgency of a heartbeat to find,
Something lost, devoted companions –
Hearing the call coming closer and closer,
A gentle barking becomes a whimpering,
Sniffs of sadness betray a sobbing child –
The wishing star falls like a golden leaf,
Delicately and slowly into her waiting hands,
She can hear them, the wisher and the wished for,
Drawing them closer to her, she whispers,
Now with new life and the sound of hope,
She feels them getting closer to one another,
They too hear the inaudible song,
Bringing them closer and closer together,
Their star glows and pulses brighter –
The music becoming clearer and star excited,
Until finally they meet!

There is a second of pause where all sadness,
Is washed away, then a joyful explosion –
The star sheds its form as it twinkles,
Disappearing into the night,
Like fireflies finally finding their rest,
And her hands are empty again –

She sits under the Wishing tree –
And she listens to the songs of our longing,
Ready to catch our stars when they fall.