The Someday Star
By: Devin Cade

At the sunset of summer,
I sat all alone,
In a garden of roses,
on a smooth flat stone.

"One rose," I said,
"For those dead and gone.
And yet another," I said
"For those to carry on."

And all the stars,
Particularly one, hanging brightly above,
Sang a somber melody,
It sang a song for love.

And I questioned,
"What good are hands,
When hand to heart cannot feel?
And what good are eyes,
When all is estranged, and nothing seems real?"

After a short silence,
Rain began to fall,
As if cleansing my emotions,
And my obstacles didn’t feel so tall.

What seemed miles away
now isn’t so far,
The day I dared to wish
	upon the Someday Star.


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