Wishes

 

I love making wishes.  

And I love the magic of the moment

right when you make one.

 

As if the wish fairies are flying around

high above you,

with their fairy nets in their hands,

just ready to catch your wish.

 

You know that moment . . .

 when the candles are lit,

and the lights are turned off,

and the sound of people singing to you is faint in your head,

because you are thinking about . . .

 

y o u r

 

* w * i * s * h * 

 

and then,

when the singing stops . . . 

you take that deep breath in

and

with all your might . . .

 

. . . blow as hard as you can,

so your wish will come true.

 

*  *  *  *  *  * 

 

I still believe in wishes.

Even when I know some of them

can't really come true.

 

Because yesterday,

 my wish would have been

to stop time . . .

 

right here . .  .

 

. . . and hold on to this moment just a

 

l i t t l e

 

b i t

 

l o n g e r.

 

Wishing you a wonderful wishful day, my friend.

 

Peace.

xo xo