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by Caél Ó Maolain
I chanced upon a wishing well Out in the midnight wood. There cast a coin and said a line The way I knew I should. With these words it did return The token I threw hence, "The magic's in the faith you have, Not in your recompense." I stood aghast not knowing what It was that I should say. So, then I turned and ruefully sat To wait the coming day. Maybe when the sun did rise I'd see my dreams come true. With patience I then waited there Until the night was through. With the glory of the dawn I cast my coin again. To my chagrin the well refused The offering I tossed in, "My God!" I cried, "What must I do?" My heart was filled with rue, "That's twice I've offered up a price To have my wish come true," "It's not your gold nor your fame Nor anything you own. It's just the faith that's in your heart That brings your wishes home." Still I puzzled at this thought, My mind was spinning round. Could I not have the things I ask? Would fortune not smile down? I wandered back toward my home Downtrod with a wounded heart. Life isn't fair, it doesn't care If I should play a part. I suddenly awoke and stretched And sat up in my bed. Then looked back to that lucid dream That play inside my head. Suddenly the truth rang out Like a midnight chime. I can have what e'er I want, The well is in my mind!