Every Wish, One Dream

Every dandelion blown
each Star light, star bright, 
The first star I see tonight.

My wish is always the same.

Every fallen eyelash,
and first firefly of summer…

The dream remains.

What did you wish for?
To be a writer.

Every heads up penny found
and daydream and night dream,
and even when people say it's a pipe dream…!

I want to be a writer.

Every sunrise and sunset and song against a
cold windowpane.

Passing the mountains.

Passing the sea.

Every story read
every poem remembered:

I loved my friend
and
When I see birches bend to left and right
and
"Nay" answered the child: but these are the wounds of Love."

Every memory…

Froggie went a-courting, and he did ride
Uh hmm.

brings me closer
and closer to the dream.