linda m crate

making their wishes reality 

i always looked

for shooting stars

to wish upon,

once i saw one and was

so taken by the beauty

that i forgot to make my wish;

and then i was mad at

myself for letting that moment

simply pass me by—

how many moments

are so rare

we forget to treasure them?

i think the shooting stars

of my life are the people i love,

and seeing them achieve their dreams;

because there's nothing quite

like seeing the people you love

glowing with joy as they dance

across the skies of their 

lives

making their wishes reality.

i miss your light 

i thought you 

could be the sun of my sky,

perhaps;

you were only meant to be

a shooting star—

beautiful and magical,

awe-inspiring;

but only a soft song in the

night's sky meant to be

remembered 

long after you disappeared—

you woke in me the dreaming long

after i thought it was dead in gone

in me,

and reminded me of my 

power and my magic;

you were a shooting star

i took for granted—

now your light no longer

dances across 

my sky,

but i miss it; 

all the same.

dazzling beauty 

when you make

a wish upon a shooting star

i wonder does it make

a wish upon you,

too?

i am magic,

and it is magic and maybe we

are just two dreamers

full of many wishes;

i hope their dreams

come true, too,

before they fade out of

the sky—

i wonder what it would be

to catch a shooting star,

in your hands;

would it be like holding a bird who

could no longer fly just trembling

in your palms?

or would it be like holding a broken

heart outside of your chest?

i don't know,

but i do admire those shooting stars

as they dance across the sky because their

beauty is dazzling.