The New thing of Today and Yesterdays
Diary of daily events
Poem by Signý Hafsteinsdóttir
The wishing well
I sit here by the wishing well,
out of my eyes one drop fell,
deep into the endless ocean,
drowned by the ripple motion.
I lie here watching the sky,
with bright stars reflecting in my eye,
I wonder what will be,
when I learn to see.
Is my life just another illusion,
with no meaning and no solution,
the sun glittered on the still blue sea,
the water was filled with promises to be.