Starry Night
Do you make wishes at 11:11
Do you plan from 11:09
When your hope bubbles over and
All of your troubles and desires
File into a line where the biggest dream races practicality for a spot in the front
And converts to words soon to be evaporated into air?
Do you make wishes at 11:11?
Does your heart fumble when the clock strikes
In an anxious battle with your lips
Who never seem to move quite fast enough For trailing wishes to carry over into
The dark bedroom?
Do you make make wishes at 11:11?
When promises made in the daylight are too bright and become phosphenes
Barely recognizable
An anomaly of the most disappointing kind
When the blush stained sky remembers you and
In a bashful, pitiful wave of the hand promises you chance after chance….
Do you make wishes at 11:11?
And what do you wish for?
Do you wish for lovers’ lust or for pocket’s overflow?
Do you wish for silent screams to turn to sound
And owl’s mocking to cease long enough
For eyes to rest and heart to beat
For blood to flow
And your soul to keep?
Do you wish for time to race?
Do you beg for time to move
To favour you for once, to flatter you
Do you plead for once to be something more
To go to a place where fingers don’t just count but tinker
Where voices are tsunamis not waves of sound
When not where you are not just
But you are all
Do you pray at 11:11
Do you cry at 11:12?
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