A crying, capricous dreamer

A crying, capricous dreamer,
Sat next to me.
He gazed up at the night sky
And wished upon a shooting star
That the pale moon of January
Would hide the morning glow of dawn
And bring forth a night which has no end
This will repeat for many nights
And bring forth a gentle dawn

His fickle dream
Is but a distant memory
He believed it slept within a glimmering sea of stars

As a thousand and one nights passed
He no longer sat next to me
I just wish I could have told him
His dream was a reality all along

He just didnt see it,
He just didnt believe
Even under a star riddled sky

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