The Wishing Way

I do not know the Wishing Way,
or when to toss, and what I'll say
when I am asked to speak in turn.
I'd rather watch the sunset burn
its way down towards some distant shore
away this day to light no more.
I do not know the Wishing Way.
Tomorrow's there, but I must stay
right here, as darkness fast descends
on what were once the dearest friends.
Keep watch in sweet and gentle dreams;
don't try to figure what it means
'til wake; once more a right new day-
a whisper, "This! The Wishing Way!"