Celestial Whispers

In my moment of solitude at night, I slowly but mischievously raised my head, glancing at the sky, with a pure heart, though heavy with unspoken feelings. Then, in a fleeting second, a shooting star crossed my eyes. I gently closed my eyes, holding a beam of hope, and whispered a wish into the silent night. A secret wish I dare not speak aloud, a wish my heart clings to, though it may never be heard. The night holds my wish, yet answers none. It lingers in my heart, a silent ache, a dream that trembles, hidden in the dark.