When day is done, and clouds are low

And stars breathless with adoration

Then comes the wishing hour

A thousand shadows to beguile the time

Sweet creations of the soul

Some of beauty some of despair

Some of ecstasy some snatched away

Like treasures – sweet flowers in haste

I toss into the night

My basket full of wishes

Loveliest of lovely things are they

Thoughts of the sweetest, saddest things

The wind to blow and set them free