It’s 11:11
They say “make a wish”
I know I should hope for some other thing
but I still throw a silent whisper into the wind
and ask the Anemoi to bring it to you;
When I lie in a field of dandelions,
Your name still dances upon every single one;
The gold coin I toss down the well
Still bears your face carefully carved on its surface
They say if you tell someone your wish, it doesn’t come true
So I’ll fill this silence with something else:
Your laughter remains painted in gold
echoing through life’s canyon
Your voice, the one so powerful yet calm
coated with honey, commanding any room
Your smile turns the world on
like a light switch, illuminating colors
To be honest, it’s bittersweet
But at least when I look at you,
I know my wish came true