I made a wish on this last night of the year
When the stars are so bright and cold
And the moon hangs, almost full in the great soft darkness.
I wished that all this beauty could be enough
That the cold stars, the pale glowing moon,
The silver-plated branches of the empty vine
Will replace all that is ugly and bitter,
Tasteless and trite, in the daily battle.
I made a wish on a bright star
Dangling from the trapezoid of Orion
As he spins his slow cartwheels across the sky
That when the sun rises again
And lights with pale golden beams
The dirt and unthinking waste that lies at every hand,
I will still feel the dark softness of the deep sky,
See the cold, pure brilliance
Of the dangling star
And that it will be enough.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 