The wishing well

Sit upon the magick stones,
And wait for the enraptured breeze,
As it wanders through the trees,
And wraps around this place’s borders,
Pause a moment,
And then scream into the waters…

And watch as petals fall through darkness,
Floating feathers tumble down,
Into the shallows of the white mist,
That hangs above the mirror and the well.

And don’t tell me you see nothing,
Can’t you feel the blood swirling in your head?
Oh I know there must be something, something…
Something that you know you should have, but still haven’t said.

Hear the pebbles splash the surface,
Breaking into your request,
And sinking as you ask for all of this…
Your hopes are met with one shoal breath.

Moonlight cracks on the face of the dreamer,
As he gazes into familiar eyes…
And the stars are shining down on the river,
As it bleeds into the fallen skies…

Stand by the well of all my tears,
A dying wish is sure to prevail they say,
So as my life recalls the past years,
May you speak for me now, I cannot pray.