There have been more like
you in the sense of more who
still wish upon stars.

In the space between
the present and the planned goal,
winning makes no sense.

Staying vigilant
is not a function of time
nor of will or chance.

The stars, maybe so,
but (and there's always a but)
you can still daydream.

Near the water's edge
I saw you look down and up.
(That's how fish can fly.)

When was the last time
(in the traditional sense)
you looked and saw stars?

Still nothing has changed.
I see them. I close my eyes
and only see you.