Sunday 29 March 2015

A Wishing Star


I caught a wishing star in my hand,

I asked of it, before it started to fade,

Take me away to a distant land.

 

I found it at the beach, in the black sand,

Bright and light, the pretty hue of jade,

I caught a wishing star in my hand.

 

 I dreamt of rainbows in bright bands,

Of gentle giants coming to my aid,

Take me away to a distant land.

 

For my crime, I felt like a filthy brigand,

Hiding my catch beneath my smiling façade,

I caught a wishing star in my hand.

 

Oh, how I dream of pastures so grand,

With singing swallows and rolling glades,

Take me away to a distant land.

 

Please, take me before they touch me with the brand,

Or rip my hair by wringing my braid,

I caught a wishing star in my hand,

Take me away to a distant land.

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