Gleaming little specks of light,
they wander in the skies of night.

How luster these stars are,
more stupendous - a shooting star.

The dark heavens becomes silk
cut into by this passerby, 
as if a swinging sword its ilk.

It cuts thru the umbra for a nick.
A momentous flick
draws a silver lining to peek.

Indeed, sort of like hope… It is.

It has always bemused me.
When did wishing upon a star began?
Now that I have seen one, 
I have grasped why people whisper
their deepest desires to a shooting star.