This poem was composed by a friend of mine, who said he was inspired by my post -> wishes.
I think his poem is lovely.. Enjoy!!
The stars are shooting
I speculate a vision of fairy land
-home of endless possibilities
I’d take you for a walk far above the sun
Where shadows are seen in the sky
The stars are but instruments for jewellery
A place where silence seems so loud
Where heartbeats birth symphonies
A place where happiness is not an illusion
The air steamy with peace and joy
Where dreams are conceived
Clouds are peeled to plug stars
The hands of time still and wings of age broken.
They call it wishes
And the best are made stars fall.
But we are the saviours of the stars,
Otherwise sons of man would pray them fall.