The quiet hits, all at once,
the way it does high in the mountains,
away from the bustle of humanity
Brought about by the appearance of the first star,
Look up, find the tiny pinprick of
ghostly light, its long journey to this particular sky
on this given night finally ended
Shut your eyes, wish upon its brilliance
wish for what once seemed impossible
what was once little more than a dream
And when your eyes open, smile
knowing that wish is now nothing more
than a memory
