Standing under the canopy
Watching the stars fall
I make my wishes
Gathering them all
The sky turns blacker
The images darker still
Not being a slacker
Gathering them my pockets filled
Wandering out in the open field
I pull them out
Whispering I beg of you
Throwing them I shout
As they shoot back to the sky
Bring these all about
My now well lit night
I think the idea is that wishes represent intense hope and we spend a large position of our lives trying to reach into possibilities to attain them.
I think the idea is that wishes represent intense hope and we spend a large position of our lives trying to reach into possibilities to attain them.
indeed...for without hope...ALL is lost...
hope desire wants and needs...these the things that feed our dreams
to dream is a wish ...ahhh but wish upon that dream once you've seen it
This is but LIFE CHASED!!!
