Do not wish me to be true

by You Have My Word

This is the second poem of my thirty day poem writing challenge:


Why do you believe in me?
What makes you wish
on parts of me that blow away
in the wind?
Your dreams and rainbow ends
are no more likely to make me come true
than my own face
is likely to be reflected in the moon.
It’s the sun, you see,
and I will never give as much light.
I am careful to keep
(most of)
it to myself
lest the irony of dark
snuff it out.
So rather than me,
believe in the night –
it is solid,
it is always –
turn your wishes to the stars
so when they do one day fall
I can choose whether to come true
whether to keep blowing away from you.


Read Day 1 here: Tighter than fear