Reaching 50 poems was hard not just because it got more difficult to reflect at times, but because sometimes inspiration takes a long break from work. I was talking to a close friend today, who was sharing her wishbone story, how it signified some things and it reminded me of the warmth of wishes, the secrets we guard often for others and not just from others. The wishes we make that include much more than just us, and in times when we get homesick I find they keep us grounded, they give us reason to keep doing the things we do everyday. Even with or without the wishbone we often guard little dreams, we often keep the snippets of the day. And in between all the chaos if you can still find and value the wishbone wish, I wish you find the tale at hand. Here's the wondrous souls, the ones who wish upon wishbones and those who simply dream of them when they put themselves to rest, find a warm place to keep them tonight, and let me write, let me simply write....
Wishing upon a Wishbone
There are chances still, that we will make them count,
The wishes, the chances, the fates and more often things that turn around
The wishbone wishes, the private ones, the special ones kept close,
And the ones we couldn't share but the ones we simply chose
Are we wishing upon the happiness, are we wishing your pains away?
Are we wishing for more time well spent or are you hoping that some things would stay?
We are far from withered between pages of a book, we sketch our painting in living hearts,
We are far from going home right now, we are a fan of chatting forever and taking long walks.
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We often miss the chatter, the voices, the songs, the radio shows, the music we sing,
We are held by reason in our head, and yet we keep hoping , we often pay heed,
Wander along my traveler tonight, do you tuck yourself like the dreams of the day,
Like recollections and diary entries, among the things we couldn't simply put away
Sleep well my dear dreams, my night that finds no rest even with no regrets,
Find a home, a path , and a wish as you put your day day to rest,
Our greatest secrets our strongest fears, and simple thank you notes; are the hardest to leave,
And on some warm thanksgiving night, I hope you wish upon your wishbone, a wish you get to keep.
Wishing upon a Wishbone
There are chances still, that we will make them count,
The wishes, the chances, the fates and more often things that turn around
The wishbone wishes, the private ones, the special ones kept close,
And the ones we couldn't share but the ones we simply chose
Are we wishing upon the happiness, are we wishing your pains away?
Are we wishing for more time well spent or are you hoping that some things would stay?
We are far from withered between pages of a book, we sketch our painting in living hearts,
We are far from going home right now, we are a fan of chatting forever and taking long walks.
We often miss the chatter, the voices, the songs, the radio shows, the music we sing,
We are held by reason in our head, and yet we keep hoping , we often pay heed,
Wander along my traveler tonight, do you tuck yourself like the dreams of the day,
Like recollections and diary entries, among the things we couldn't simply put away
Sleep well my dear dreams, my night that finds no rest even with no regrets,
Find a home, a path , and a wish as you put your day day to rest,
Our greatest secrets our strongest fears, and simple thank you notes; are the hardest to leave,
And on some warm thanksgiving night, I hope you wish upon your wishbone, a wish you get to keep.
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