Coat the canvas of the midnight sky
with whispers of wishes
you longed for.
Set them free into the blue and watch
them float like feathers
on a breeze.
Some will run free like wild wild horses,
ohers will simply be
shadow surfing.
Wallflowers hidden in the darkness,
invisibly twinkling.
Almost stars.
In an anti-space they could be
receivers of applause,
sky diamonds.