WISHES
If wishes were like
horses,
And I knew how to
ride,
I’d throw a saddle on
one,
And mount high up
astride…
With my wish solid
beneath me,
Wind blowing through my
hair,
A song embedded in my
heart,
To overcome each
care.
If wishes were like aged
leaves,
A breeze knocks to the
ground,
With seemingly no
effort,
And very little
sound…
I’d whisper each new wish
I made,
And hope that it came
true,
I’d ask to find my one
true love,
And wish that it were
you.
If wishes were as
numerous,
As stars are in the
skies,
That shine down from the
heavens,
Sprinkling stardust in my
eyes…
I’d spend much of my time
then,
With my eyes turned
heaven bound,
Just making wishes on the
stars,
And hoping they were
found.
© 2003 Loree
(Mason) O’Neil