Come out wishing star. Come out, come out. Where ever you are

Catch a Falling Star

Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,

Never let it fade away!

Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,

Save it for a rainy day!

For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder,

Some star-less night!

Just in case you feel you wanna’ hold her,

You’ll have a pocketful of starlight!

There's a meteor shower tonight that the Jennifer Broome from channel two said I would be unable to see because of cloud coverage. Instead, I had a magical night. For a moment, I wasn't me anymore. i didn't have to be awake in 5 hours to pull on my work boots and get to work. I didn't have to worry about the laundry I hadn't folded, the dishes I hadn't washed or the bags I hadn't packed. For a moment I was in a world where the only thing that mattered were the falling stars.

I grew up with many theories.
Shooting stars were angels' tears. This made me sad. Angels shouldn't ever be sad.
Tears were hello's from the proverbial "other side" - That's creepy.
Other theories I'd heard was that shooting stars were signs that someone just came to Earth.

As a kid, I wanted nothing more than to catch one of these other-worldly splendors. I wished to be transported to another world. A world of magic.
For just that moment, I was in that world, created by the mind of 5 year-old Dibe. Full of Unicorns and Wangdoodles and other copyrighted creatures that took residence in this world.

That old song by Winnie the Pooh - Come out moon. My heart sings that out.
Come out moon Come out wishing star.
Come out, come out. Where ever you are.
I'm out here in the dark, all alone and wide awake
Come and find me.
I'm empty and I'm cold and my hearts' about to break
Come and find me
I need you to come here and find me,
cause without you I'm totally lost.
I've hung a wish on every star. It hasn't done much good so far.