My Prayer To Toss My Wallet Out Poem by gregory collins

My thoughts touch me on the shoulder, and tell me
to rise from where i have been sitting. They tell me

to get up and for good reason wander outside to
where the stars have gathered strong: A full sky

bursting with one after another, each just sighing
like a mirror carefully puts on its silver in silence....

and my thoughts tell me to wish upon one. To make
one good wish and let a star carry it away, and i do.

I wish and then follow its predestined path into the
darkness. Rising slowly without saying goodbye;

without the earth being touched while handing it over
to the purchasers. The plowing and building we will

regret terribly, like becoming upset is a one sided love
that only brings more tears and sighs. Because then

somewhere, outside, up there in the fresh fixed sky.
A sweaty moon silently puts its hands together

and prays. The tenderness makes me weep like
what are in your dreams besides fragments of silver bells.

Silver the gate of dusk gone without a bending sound:
Silver that licks the fire drying along the surface of already sleeping tears.