All wishes wander,
from minds & quiet tongues,
Winging their way
to old moons & faraway suns,
Vowed onuses put upon
candles of aged cake,
With eyes closed,
our yearned wishes we make.
Tossed with gold coins,
into old wishing wells,
Sent to stars falling
& in chimes of church bells,
Wishes, put into bottles
& flung far into oceans,
Carried in beaks of
bluebirds, our secret emotions.
Wishes slide down
rainbows, in all colours of hope,
Soaring within prayers,
by-passing sin & all Popes,
Dreamt in deep slumber,
of midnight soft dreams,
Wishing, merely the
magic of all best laid schemes.
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