I Wish I May, I Wish I Might
The sky overflowed stars that night.
A nocturnal brood of flame and ice
strewn against the sky – a flickering
creek filled to the point of merciful
release. Some clung tight, those stars,
although some shimmered afar
and popped, free-falling, dropping
in veiled errant tangents, delivered
to earthly ends by a parachute ablaze.
And we cheered and called for more,
Hurrah! More stars for our wishes!
And with our fingers wide-spread nets,
we gently kneaded the night sky, coaxing
more falling stars to die in our hands.
© Misky 30 Dec 2012
Wordle #89 The Sunday Whirl http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/12/30/wordle-89/
Words: flame, ice, creek, stars, brood, point, pop, strewn, deliver, against, knead, tangent