Upon a Wishing Well


Sway with the wind, you dancer at heart

Hear its whispers, sing with its harp

Gently open your eyes, let it spark

See the clear waters, see where it starts.

Feel on your palm a sweet saved penny

Flick it in the air, flick it gently

Think of it all, things big and small

Think of whatever your desires call.

If maybe not today for its granting,

Would tomorrow do? In a day or two?

Would sitting help? It brings more waiting.

Then maybe it’s what you should be learning.



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