The Wishes

through the bareness of the golden horizon I see sitting upon the vast mountain tops as I gaze over east it touches the relm of the most deepest purple sky as the night begins to descends by and by the houses begin to turn their lights on dusk begins to bid good-night to yonder song quite times for families once more, while the younger children kneel beside their bed saying prayers on the floor the night beckons the owls to hosts songs of love as the night birds start to coo peepers chirps their melodies in trees from above while day birds, already nested for the night, knowing it is time to sleep too through this time the night winds blow as the stars begin to shine for us to see then at once a few decide to shoot across the Northern sky as I lowered my sleepy glace, I noticed, like me, a lonely traveler stopped to watch them swish by, with a silent, wishful plea