twinkle, twinkle

That night the power went out, the stars shone so brightly.  I mean, I guess they always shone so brightly but I was just never able to see them that well.  The dead light twinkling at me, from eons and light years away.  I know they are just great big balls of gas whirling around in space.  Heat and light fighting against the cold and dark. 

I don’t care what science says.  It’s magic. 

The streetlights flickered once tonight.  I almost wished the power was out again. 

That night, I saw four shooting stars. 

                                                                    Each time I wished for you.