You’ll never forget the girl with Starlight eyes,
How she breathlessly beckoned with taut lips,
Maybe she’d have been the one.
But there will be others.
Remember and find solace in the fact,
That the stars you wish upon died,
Long ago while you slept in angry protest,
Defying the natural order of the heavens.
You pray that the light,
The brilliance you basked in,
That its cold warmth might shine on you,
But, son, keep this in mind,
While an ounce of wine may absolve all your sins,
The bottle itself will never bring you comfort.
The dream of campfires high above you,
Will never warm your beguiled heart.