Pinocchiess

i had a dream where you were a puppet on strings
refusing to do most everything,
as my hands on the crosses
you'd tangle and wrest,
loop strings around fingers
like tourniquets
and draw it all tight,
in interpretive dance -
a mockery of choreographies I had planned
for you - you've become a real girl!
With a conscience that chirps,
keeping up with you on an epic quest
- and a nose for detection
of dreams come true. You can wish
'til it hurts,

I will let the stars fall
without counting, and try
to get some rest.