The Bat Became a Star

On a magic carpet roof

I could see the sky and also the town’s lights.

One made by ourselves and one that made all the selves.

I stared hard into the night until it spinned and embraced me at the same time.

Expanding farther away to make me look with that much more desire.

Thinking I would catch a shooting star but instead a bat flew by.

His gray body seemed to cover the whole sky and so I thought he was my star.

Believing that a shooting star I had seen, I made a wish.

That same wish I kept making for the rest of my life.

I remember that night when I think of my flight;

If you catch a star there will be others left behind

but if you help it shine

maybe you will light other people’s path.