Shooting Star
Shooting Star
On clear moonless nights, away from city lights, a star filled sky fills my sight.
I can’t say that I look at it for long though. Be it a sense of discomfort with a void so clearly presented or just my neck hurting, but as dusk’s first pinprick appears, I do hear myself repeat “Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight…”
My Mother taught me this nursery rhyme and repeated on my evenings first glimpses, I smile in her memory. But it’s the wish cast out at the end of the rhyme, that in these weeks, trying to find something to say about this photograph, has me wondering. Why are stars, and especially shooting stars, the wand-tips that promise the granting of wishes? Why a light from so far away or one made by a bit of debris burning through our atmosphere, reminds us to hold our breath while issuing our most intimate desires? Are these holes and slashes across the black fabric, openings to what or who can grant them?
I don’t have any answers but typing my questions into Google one wise creature kept answering…
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true
Composed & written by Leigh Harline and Ned Washington for Walt Disney’s 1940 adaptation of Pinocchio
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I used to sing this song to Blake. Love the image.
It’s a classic… I’ve been singing it all afternoon after making this post. Okay, also “Whistle While You Work”…
Wise soul indeed! They sure didn’t write such a beauty about dandelions! Your beautiful art is magical and well paired with the verse. Touching post Marco!
Thank you Shannon!