Wishful Star
~
High above the clouds
you are my wishful star
where my wishes wait
like a winter seed
begging for your spring-
Could I wish for more
than the words you unravel
on my thirsty tongue?
For you I will travel
to that secret place
where gone wishes are
and would gather some
in your heart to pour
so I could wish for more
than a wishful star-
–
H.O
“Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one’s time before the candles are extinguished on one’s birthday cake.”
― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid
Of Love and Passion 