I wish, I wish, I wish

I wish, I wish, I wish,

the star, the flying horse, the dancing diamond,

had not shrunk to a simple pinprick of light,

the rainbow dreams grown monochrome,

a mist of rain against black cliffs.

I wish the children had not grown to people

with no need of a hand to hold,

distant as a special field beneath a lark-filled sky,

elusive as rain on black cliffs.

A wish

Once I wanted forever in your touch
I wanted a promise for life
I thought you would be my ship
Sail with me deep into the night
So high I could pluck down the moon
And set the stars in my hair
But now I will take whatever you can give
And make the memory shine
When your light is gone.