Spare Change

The night sky like a wishing well 
Full of bright twinkling coins. 
Where years of wishes from children 
And desperate souls join.  
Too often amongst the pulchritude, 
Eyes witness a falling star. 
Perhaps a last-gasp hopeful 
Tossed their wish a little too hard. 
A hunger to become different, 
Something luminous and new. 
Weighed down by gravity,  
And only pipe dreams to flow through.