The Wishing Well

The gurgle is audible,
I hear it and pray,
For the wishing well is here,
And my pocket is filled with copper.

It is night,
The world is asleep,
But my wishes keep me awake.

I stare into the pool,
Its magical waters promise,
My stirring imagination.

Up from the moldy bottom,
Surreptitious, secretive,
The well's greed,
Glints bright and brown,
In the sacred moonlight.

Alone in this mindless haven,
I feel like singing,
For the wishing well is here,
And my pocket is filled with copper.