I sat on the roof
to watch the stars swinging by
but they were fireflies.
In blackness below
the green glowing twinkling brief
repeating. repeated.
The green calling lights
remind me of childhood nights,
singing in the dark.
When I was just small
the satellites were fewer
we’d wish on them too.
Now when I’m older
I look up and see how small
I am. Very small.
I still look upward
tracing shapes learned years ago
looking for a wish.
Wondering who else
might be wishing on the sky
Send my wish to him.
star watchers be glad!
sing of the wind, dark, sweeping!
ride the shooting stars!
Love it all. I can picture the wonderment of it.