As stars slip through the veil of nature’s secrets

By: Charlotte Shum

With wings of feathers,

feathers of hope,

The saints fly across the sky;

hovering over the clouds,

levitating under the stars.

Between the veil of Isis below,

and the countless stars that shine,

shine brightly (ready to grant

desires and dreams)

when the stars slip through

the veil of nature’s secrets.

Many a wish the mortals often pray;

some pure, some not.

The saints flap their wings,

collect wishes, but

only ones unsullied with vice

and hesitation,

those that pierce the veil.

The saints, the messengers,

those who teach

and harness

scattered dreams,

carry wishes above

towards the stars,

fuelling many journeys

of these celestial bodies

(ready to grant,

to grant desires, dreams,

hopes and more,

of the mortals, down below)

to come.

Stars fall

through the veil

of nature’s secrets

like the noble wishes

that did before.

Shooting through the sky,

with the wishes of many

to be used to fuel their descents

and grant their dreams—

(Another shooting star passes through the sky,

encouraging more wishes;

the cycle continues once more.)

—crashing to the Earth;

countless wishes granted.

Smiles all-around as delight,

satisfaction, joy is brewed.