Magic Dust

And when the waves are high,
And the night is dark;
Wish thy light shone,
Away and yet so close.
When the path is wrought
With hardships galore,
Wish thy feather touch
Took away the sore.
And when tired and wasted,
I sleep on the bed of stone;
Wish thy magic wand
Will drop some magic dust
To fill my eyes with dreams…