They told me to wish upon a shooting star.
So I watched the first summer sunrise
until the gooey warmth stuck to my bones;
a halo of fire surrounding my head,
my faded whisper wishes welled up to match the spectrum,
red green purple blue orange yellow;
staining God's willed colors into something new.
I kept watching,
because you have to watch the whole thing, they say,
to make your wish become something real.
Finally my chosen star
fell into the ocean waves,
painting iloveyous onto the water;
reflections and imperfections so faultless,
sunshine moments blinding my words.
My lips were dry and silent
while nighttime embraced me,
trembling in the darkening grass,
mouthed wishes circling my head.
But in the end,
everyone's a liar.