Wishes… wishes… wishes…

Birthed from deep desires

Tiny colorful things

With pretty gossamer wings

Though to hold them I tried

They scattered far and wide.

Now I search high and low

In light and deep shadow

Flushing them out of crevices

Digging them from deep holes

Plucking a few off leaves

Finding some behind eaves.

No stone can I leave unturned

Each should be found and interned

To be sent before long

To where they truly belong

When the blazing fire consumes

And the wishes turn to fumes

Any that skitter will be squished

By booted feet and finished.

When they are all forever gone

Putting an end to an era bygone

I shall breathe easy and free

But when will that day be??

-Shail Mohan (Nov 2008)