One Wish

It was early August    
The night sky had dressed herself      
In deep dark sapphire      
And wore the moon      
Like a pearl lavalier.      
The stars were sparkles      
In her eyes.      
We were lying on our backs      
In an old pickup truck      
Hoping to make a wish      
On a falling star,      
Part of the Perseid meteor shower.      
Just a small piece or particle      
Of rock or dust      
Burning in fiery flames      
As it enters Earth's atmosphere.      
It seems more magical      
When you don't know or understand      
The science behind it.      
It allows you to believe in      
Mythology and religions      
Of primitive people      
Or to wish on primitive stars.    
Still I watch the night sky      
For shooting stars.      
I always make the same wish,      
Whether on a falling star      
Or an eyelash on the back of my hand,      
Or blowing a dandelion into the wind.      
Year after year I hold out hope      
That it will come true.      
But it is part of the deal      
That I can't tell you my wish      
Or it will never come true.      
But dreams are different,      
We can talk about dreams.      
And why wouldn't I dream      
Of lying next to you      
In our big back yard      
Looking up at the stars      
In the bed of my old Toyota      
With the high pitched buzz      
Of an occasional mosquito      
By our ear,      
Holding your hand      
Knowing that these are the      
Good old days      
And that we are living the dream      
Even if I have to keep the wish      
To myself