Cobweb Wishes

A virgin wish, coupled with passion-a spray of luck-ambition, can be foundation for sparkling things... a first flight -a newborn cry Gracefully treading nightmares in black finned nights. Turning a death rattle into melodies in pearl strung along the gilded wings of infinity. A greying wish is an opaque endeavor. It lends the hands to idling creasing the satin of reality. Old wishes dangle wearily from the ceiling like dying Faries in a cobweb dream.