Last Wishes Poem by Miranda Weller

Chasing a shooting star, quickly it fades to grey. As if the rest of the stars twinkle and laugh. The clouds roll into end the night scene and create a chill in the night. The bright eyes moon peaking out to ignite the paths and share direction. The cycles of the night turn to the break of dawn. A stillness that lurks in the dark, following through until morning. Here it is, the sun is rising and they day is coming to say hello. Is this really it? The last time I’ll spend the night, it this mine, my last day, my last wish?