Ferries for Wishes

Reflections flicker among fallen leaves who ferry wishes across a rippling stream. Shadows illuminated by the watery silver of the moon shift and merge like drops of ink in water. Shadows and moonlight dissolve into a veil of deepest blue-grey. Tiny illuminations glow and fade, glimmer in the dark like fireflies or candlelight; stars live and die while others are born. On the stream petals float beside each autumnal ferry, spring nymphs mourning their fall from rose-hued branches; if you listen carefully you might hear them sing.