i used to sit 

on the window ledge at night

bathe in the moonlight 

i used to hang my wishes

on comets and shooting stars

and if they were too heavy

I’d talk to saturn and mars

i used to pray

that love would find me

and lift me up to heights unknown

like a thousand doves

or floating in clouds

through the endless sky

i used to dream 

of a knight in shining armour 

to save me from my wretched self

like i didn’t deserve it anyway

‘cept it was all naïveté

and false bravado 

oh, the Shakespearean cliché of it all!

so when the darkness is abated

by the ultraviolet light 

and the morning star rises

i couldn’t be sure

that my wishes went

to where wishes are granted

tomorrow never comes