Everyone glimpse at the star

That sits atop a midnight mound,

It glimmers like a speck of dust

In seas of endless ground.

Words sublime are uttered

While gazing up around a crowd,

But once they’re left alone

There are no phrases to be found.

And so they wished upon the star

That shined its memories on the sky,

And though they saw the light it shown

The star had since long died.