On the day of my birth some years ago,
the candle's light I did blow,
and made a wish that to me would sail,
a knight, though not clad with sword and mail.
The years grew longer, as did my yearning,
yet love did not find me, I remained burning.
With foes and friends I spent my time,
still the silence inside me continued to chime.
Summer arrived and in the night sky
I saw to the pleasure of my eye,
The velvety space gleamed from a far,
and in its midst a shooting star.
I reawakened that childish dream,
As I stood beneath the pale moonbeam.
I asked once more for true love,
While the star simply faded above.
Time was still, yet age did find me
I remained alone. I went on blindly.
Bones were brittle and heart was cold.
The reality was, I had become old.
With the ghost of hope, I took a walk.
To the well in my garden, I did stalk.
Down went a penny, and with it a wish.
One last attempt at drowning my anguish
I prayed to have my soul entwined,
With another of its kind,
When a light beh