Hope

Upon a Star I wish my dream

Go through the wilted petals dry

Blow life back into empty seams

A death brings out despair the dark I deem

A love brings out a bliss a light that flies

Upon a Star I wish my dream

That darkness which will shatter us and beam

Will only be a small and gentle sigh

Blow life back into empty seams

And though quixotic hopes can fail to be

A memory can pass in the time gone by

Upon a Star I wish my dream

I've loved and hated words and memories

One day they will be gone and cease to dream

Yet they have uttered one last final cry

Blowing life back into empty seams

This is a villanelle in sort of iambic pentameter that I wrote when writing a freewrite.