Just A Wish

I made a wish, it wasn't to a flying star,
Or a copper coin in a fountain, thrown afar,
It wasn't a prayer, or a passing remark,
It was a sign, a release, a trusting start,

Settled in the heavy summer evening air,
My life feeling complete, didn't have a care,
Green grass blades tickled my skin, my ears,
I lay back dreaming, wishing back my years,

In an instant, the quiet of the night interrupted,
My sublime nightly peace now corrupted,
Crowded with whispered thoughts,
And pierced by the scream of a lone fox,

Wishes floated across my mind's eye,
Blocking and dimming the stars in the sky,
Such pain and longing, greed and lust,
Wanting too much, thinking they must,

I shouted back to the night, "Please hear this!"
Wishing is not the way to get his sweet kiss,
The cold can't come back from the dead,
Riches are overrated, just paint it all red,

While we all live walking tender paths and themes,
Please, learn the difference between wishes and dreams,
Don't make my mistake,
don't lie there and expect to take,
Those stars won't grant you happiness,
It's only your mind that can tidy this mess,
Get out and dream, send them out high,
That is what will teach you to fly.