TO A WISHING STAR
Born at the dusky end of day,
Conceived in the heavens so far away;
First light of a night again reborn
Like the early bird on a misty morn.
Earliest gem of the warm night sky;
Our hopes and dreams to you do fly.
On the wings of thoughts they upward go;
Upward,on upward toward thy mystic glow.
A willowy diamond in the velvety blue,
To you come wishes all to be true;
Wishes of the young with whole lives ahead...
Help us in paths of love to be led.
By: Carl L. Booth