• You can’t see many stars through a dirty car window.
    You can’t see much of all through a dirty car window.
    Only the bright’s of the oncoming car.
    Sometimes it looks as though we would collide and splinter off into the darkness,
    Like light off a star.

    Does the highway look up at the stars when it feels the cold?
    Does the highway anticipate the quiet cars as they round the corner?
    A hush seems to take over the land at night,
    When a gentle cold descends,
    And only the stars keep you warm.

    When I wish upon a star,
    I always wish for a smile, a laugh, a touch, and a hug.
    My wishes always come true.
    Funny, that these far off bodies of hydrostatic support can grant wishes.
    Do stars have any wishes of their own?