At 3.00 am, I wish again 
For the harsh sands of time 
To soften, after tonight’s misty rain

I wish, to learn something new every day 
Sometimes I did not remember what I wished for 
But I know every dawn beholds a new horizon

I wish, the weathered trees themselves
Would rekindle my stolen dreams
And turn them into a forest of eternal green

I wish, my every fallen leaf
To be waiting there
At the top of my stairs