Childhood Dream

Old poem.

I let go of a childhood dream. It flew away miles high to become a star in the night sky; it shines bright above my head in sight but out of reach. Maybe one day. One magical day, I will find a space ship, and I will fly as high as the moon, it will only be then I will finally reach and touch my dream, my forever shining star that is you. Years pass. Feelings change, but never will the child in me. And that is where you stay. My childhood dream.