Usually, the thing to do is make a wish for every fallen eyelash.
I just want to wish upon the stars shooting from your eyes,
yes, there’s the promise.
And if it must so happen that tears flood them, I will cup my hands and catch them when they overflow and flood. I can make a wish on each and every one of them to mend your broken levies.
If it’s tears of joy that fall, I’ll count each and every one of them as wishes that have come true, because your eyes are wishing wells.
I look into them so deep, they go on forever
and when I speak, they echo a response,
even when you haven’t said a thing.
When you blink, I hold my breath
and when you sleep and your eyelids hide their light, my wishes work their magic while your chest gently rises and falls, and you dream of secret wishes
I only wish I knew.
