Wishful Thinking

Slowly, gradually as you see over the horizon

The soft hue of twilight moves in

A glance across the distant horizon

You see the first evening star blinking

Then far away at a distance you see the first evening light

The moon slowly rising up and peeping

Reaching out to every soul that longs to be

One in their soul with nature

Basking under the moonlight beam

The flowers sway by the gentle breeze

Ornated by drops of dew glistening on the tip

Wafting a beautiful perfume carried by the breeze

A lost soul sits under the apple tree

Pondering on the life that lies ahead…..

In and out flit the thoughts… whimsically….

Wondering what happens next…or is it wishful thinking.