Where Wishes Go After Midnight

Where Wishes Go After Midnight

When the last candle flickers low,

And silence folds the restless glow,

The whispers carried on unseen streams

Slip softly into the realm of dreams.

They leave the lips of children pressed

To windowpanes where stars confessed

Their silver secrets in the skies—

Each wish ascending, never dies.

At midnight’s chime, the world grows still,

The air grows heavy, the night turns chill,

And wishes wander, weightless, free,

Unclasped from hearts in quiet plea.

Some drift toward the velvet deep,

Where galaxies in spirals sleep,

They wrap themselves in cosmic light

And hum with planets out of sight.

Others find a secret shore,

Where tides of time forever pour,

And sink into the golden sand

To wait for fate’s unknowing hand.

Some wishes dress in feathered wings,

And ride the dawn as morning sings,

They scatter with the rising sun,

New journeys waiting to be begun.

And those that ache, too sharp, too raw,

That carry sorrow, grief, or flaw,

Are gathered by the moon’s embrace,

And softened in her gentle grace.

So if you wonder, lost in thought,

Where go the wishes midnight caught—

Know this: they never fade, nor fall,

But live within the night for all.

They circle back in time, in place,

Returning with a tender face,

For wishes are the soul’s pure art,

The echoes of a hopeful heart