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.