NaPoWriMo Poem #24

This is for the wishing,
And this is for the hoping.

I’ll casually pluck
Long-grown eyelashes from my eyelids
And gently place them
One-by-one
On my fingertip.
I’ll turn around to face the window,
To face the sky,
To face the moon
And the surrounding stars.
I’ll close my eyes tight
And whisper my wish inside my head;
I don’t want to scream it
Because it would hold
Less meaning to me if I did.
When I open my eyes,
I’ll blow my eyelash to the sky
With the slightest breath-blown wind.
In my imagination,
The wind carries it
All the way up into the sky
Till it hits the moon
Or its stars;
There, my wish will be
Taken into consideration.