Eyes turn to the sky looking for their special star with wishful hearts, looking for a little magic in a world leaving little room for anything other than reality.
 

Somewhere on Earth A scientist Who was once a little girl With earnest blue eyes Gazes up at The endless night sky And wishes on a random star She knows that somewhere else Across the galaxy A male hiveling With myriad purple eyestalks Is peering wistfully Through clouds of methane And wishing on that same star And that, even further out At the edges of expansion A sexless grey mass On a cold, extinct world Stares bleakly at an empty sky – The wishing star burnt out Millennia ago She is a scientist; She knows these things But that doesn’t stop her from wishing