Sunday, 17 February 2013

My Poetry: To Catch a Wish

To catch a wish.





It seems so long
since you caught that wish
as it blew past our noses;
did it ever come true?
or was it just another
old wives tale
to protect your dreams
from the storms
you harbour in your eyes.
 
I held your hand that day,
the day you blew that wish
back into the air,
do you remember?
I remember secretly
hoping you wished for me
to always be
stood by your side,
or else laying naked
cupping your flesh
for no reason else
but to prove
my wish come true.

1 comment:

  1. Light and airy, wistfu and wishful. A delight! ~peace, Jason

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