A spider hammock hangs
On its gossamer strings
As raindrop crystals tell
Of what the future brings



Some sad wishes come up short
Stuck fast upon the side;
Unrequited expectations
Hopes which now have died.

I wonder what would happen
If I helped them on their way;
Would those wishes still be wished
Or now cause bitter pain?

If wishes all were horses
Could you make them drink?
You can throw a wish in water
But you cannot make it sink.