Eleven-eleven reads the clock
Chiming away in my chest.
Here I recite my eternal longing:
I wish for a better tomorrow.
Beyond the window, a crescent moon rises
And the first stars begin to shine
Upon them too, I lay my dreams:
I wish for a better tomorrow.
And in the dunes, midnight above,
There's a streaking light in the heavens.
'I wish for a better tomorrow,' I say
For today will surrender to the next.
My wish fulfilled, in any regard,
Makes tomorrow a better day.
Author's note: more drabble than poem, wishing upon 11:11 and shooting stars was a habit of mine as a kid.
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
