Wishing Poem (prompt from Monday's Child)
I wish to lick the moon,
to hold your tears in a sugar spoon.
I wish the snow were made of gold
and I wish the young were never old.
I wish my eyes were brown, not blue
and the sky could recall each bird that flew.
I wish my thirst would let me be
and that dish of milk were enough for three.
I wish to fill a wishing well
and then go fishing for a spell.