Beneath the Wishing Star

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by ImaginationH

by ImaginationH

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