Upon a Silver Circle

Still waiting for the wish I made upon a sun, my feet grow sore grow sore from all the standing that I've done. Where could it be, the hope that fell from night so far? My dreams plague me plague me with visions of a broken star. I wake next morn in puddles of depressing sweat. My faith had worn had worn away like sand, all gold and wet. Was it a lie? I asked my mom, cascading tears. "Trust not the sky; the sky, unlike a fountain, disappears." "I'll take you there, a place where there is always hope, no stars to share to share with other kids and wishing-folk." She said she would take me to wish at spouting spring. And there she stood; she stood to watch my earnest will take wing. My hope in hand, I close my eyes with wish to make, for here I stand; I stand to toss that hope into the lake. Oh silver circle tossed in blue, make what I most desire true!