When an eyelash falls,

What do you wish for?

Do you wish -just asking
-
that I could be yours?

Because I spend that kind of wish

-I even found a way to cheat-

as much pressure as my fingers could squish

“Up”
And with a faint push of air

I blow.

When a meteor runs

Across the rayless high

What do you ask for?

Do you ask -
Do you
-if my love belongs to you?

Beloved!
 You wasted your sky

Such a question is trash

Because there is only one reply

In a million languages.

Choose which tongue -wi, si, yes...