I Wished Upon a Star

I had a thought the other day so I tried to write a poem about it Thought may be the wrong word as it was more of a memory really the image of red and yellow legos scattered on brown carpet and the smell of tea steeping it was summer somehow I knew though the legos nor the carpet gave way to that clue the brown carpet was the surface of some distant planet and the legos were slowly becoming a rebel base where Luke Skywalker's friends could hide from the Empire so this memory I hadn't thought about since only God knows when came drifting through my mind like smoke drifts from a campfire legos red and yellow tea steeping and a rebel base built upon brown carpet but there was more cutting through my imaginary scene that took me to a galaxy far far away there was yelling screaming cussing the adults it seemed were fighting again and things were being broken again before the memory faded out of reach slowly like a bad aftertaste I recalled holding a up an x wing in my tiny hand as I made laser gun noises louder to drown out my parents Luke Skywalker was coming to rescue the rebels and save the galaxy I guess in a way he saved me too -Brady Perkins innocence preserved