If I found a heart-shaped rock,
could I will it to be real?

If I blew out all the candles,
could it bring me wished-for peace?

If the sun shined even brighter,
could worries vanish without a trace?

If songbirds filled the sky with love,
could hearts sing in outer space?

Poem & Photo by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2010, all rights reserved.