Dozen a Dime

Thousands maybe millions of stars lit the night sky,
until their pulsating glow seems a living presence
and seems as if they are stating life's essence
when we wish up on a star,
its always about healing a stale scar
Are the wishes out there some where in pinprick lights
and if they are and we see them might
But aren't our dreams so much stars like
unsure whether real or fake
because whenever we discover new dreams
Among which very few we recognise.