A wish is a feathery being, most times invisible,
that flutters from the heart to heaven
across the storms and turmoil of this world.
Snared and too often butchered in passage,
or caught up in other motions of our being,
the wish doesn’t die even though thwarted.
It simply starts out again on its wistful journey,
or remakes itself into an airy dream,
sailing from this realm of aches, of pains,
of fleeting, short-lived joy
to an Eden of endless smiles and warm caresses.
Wishes, dreams: seen sometimes sparkling
in the tiny spaces filled up with tears.
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2011
Elegant and beautiful!!