A Fool's Hope!

I grew up watching the stars in space,
Told they were hope for those once lost,
As a child I wished upon those twinkling lights,
I was naive and filled with dreams.

Eventually those wishes changed in nature.
I wished for her return,
Wished to be nine again,
Innocent, simplier and happier,
When it had just been we three,
The trio musketeers,
Three warriors against the world.

Looking at them now, for the last time,
I remembered an important fact:
'Every wish we want to make,
Are a few million years too late,
Those specks of beauty have already died,
Along with our hopes'
... Only a fool would believe in the magic of stars.

A wise author once wrote:

"The stars were only sparks of the fires which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there will be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes"

After realisation of hopelessness,
My flame had finally been silenced,
And night skies lay empty,
Because 'dead stars and dead eyes' don't shine,
Like I said only a fool would believe in the magic of stars,
Only a fool would wish to hope, to hope again,
for their stars to return.