Hearts and Stones

It was a beautiful night

one like any,

star sprangled skies

and hearts like ferries

sailing through the ocean

in hopes of having

what their souls have soared

for moons of many.

One 'heart' alone did not start

the journey that lead to wishes,

granting the people

whom swam like fishes

to catch a glimpse

of the shining riches

whom walked on top of the horizon,

looking down at the

mess of foreigners...

after all,

those whom did not speak

the language of the wicked

could not catch a phrase

of what those witches

said to the peers of 'that' one fishie.

she decided to stay behind,

to be embraced by the night

she felt more company within the frights

than she did amongst the lies...

to let alone return in the hopes

that one day, she might swim

with the ones she went by.