The Distant Star

On a dark, cloudless night, I saw a tiny, little star.

Twinkling, shiny and bright, From its peers above par.

I stood like a timid kid, And dreamt if it I could touch,

Twirling my fingers roundabout, To mock its grab as such.

I wished I had wings, To fly up in the sky,

And hold that distant star, That’s miles away and so high.

Gazing at the clouds, I sought its flashing light.

It played with me hide and seek, All through the sleepless night.

I thought if they ever meet, Lying modest, meek and coy,

The angels in the sky, To a mere earthly boy.