Lone Willow and Heartbreak creeks - collection of poems

Beneath the Wishing Star

Tree, grass, and dew

whisper secrets to the night,

as horses sway to the blues,

hoofbeats echoing in the moon's glow.

I've traded wishes on a star

for the spotlight in a crowded room,

hoping to grasp a dream

before it slips through like morning mist.

Once, I wore faded blue jeans,

now exchanged for cowboy boots,

dancing to melodies that

fall like rain on dusty roads.

I stumble down the staircase,

a blue girl late to the ball,

chasing after echoes of

a forever that slipped into shadows.

Midnight rings with the chime

of all that was and could have been,

now just a memory,

fading into the dark.

Yet, here I stand,

before the lake standing still

glistening in the light,

innocent, beneath the wishing star.

Lilly, august 25th 2024