• The clock hits midnight but I'm wide awake,
    Fragments of my wish scattered everywhere.
    I'm still not done with twelve left to make
    Of these messengers full of pastel colors.

    Your wish is my command, they say with their jester crown,
    Anything? Anything I want? I wondered curiously,
    Carefully setting another one on the ground,
    Eleven left to go, till I have a thousand cranes for you.

    These words must be gibberish of a foolish teen,
    Wishing endlessly for the possible impossible.
    Four more down, I thought while beaming,
    Seven left to go, till I have a thousand cranes for you.

    It's not impossible, the one with the crown said.
    Surely, why surely it is. I told it after a sad smile.
    Six more down, the idea excited me, urging me on.
    One left to go, till I have a thousand cranes for you.

    This last crane, I wonder if I should create.
    Even though the message inside you will never read,
    My hearts beats rapidly as if you were here,
    One thousand cranes I will trade just for you.