Promises like pebbles, are tossed shimmering in the
stream,
Held tight upon oathed tongues & locked in nightly
dreams,
Crossed hearts & fingers, slipping in sorry
drunken schemes,
Promises broken, come pouring down in salted saline
teems,
Those which are kept are written on souled parchment
reams.
Hope like bees golden honey, lies still &
cloyingly, stickily sweet,
Hidden away, dripping, seeping deep, taken out as
occasional treat,
Hoping that in its silence, its little heart will
throb & continuously beat,
And that it soon will grow & blossom, no matter
how flighty or fleet,
Hope clung to in adversity, as a baby latched onto life´s
nurturing teat.
Wishes like witches, fly away, silent dust upon
hushed, night brooms,
Like the breathless birthday candles wafting, leaving
wishful glooms,
Like counting clouds, wishing up beyond those balmy
summer noons,
Like those little coins tossed into the fountain to
chase away the dooms,
If wishes were birds, we´d be happy just listening to
their pretty tunes.
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