I have a wish.
I can't tell you what it is.
I can not tell another soul,
nor think of it.
It is the wish
in my dream
that longs to be
reality.
I have a wish.
I can't tell you what it is.
I can imagine it,
but I can't tell you what it is.
It is the yearn for an embrace,
the comfort of your word,
the lulling of you song.
It is the soothing touch,
the reliance of your protection,
the wisdom of your tale.
It is the mercy,
the spirit,
the sensation of your healing.
It is your gentle interaction
as you watched me discover
the world that surrounded me
and played the game of life.
It is the
sweet and gentle
hush of wind
that saves me
from the
grasp of depression,
gives me hope,
and teaches me
to believe again.
I have a wish.
I can't tell you what it is.
I can not tell...
but I can dream
I can't tell you what it is.
I can not tell another soul,
nor think of it.
It is the wish
in my dream
that longs to be
reality.
I have a wish.
I can't tell you what it is.
I can imagine it,
but I can't tell you what it is.
It is the yearn for an embrace,
the comfort of your word,
the lulling of you song.
It is the soothing touch,
the reliance of your protection,
the wisdom of your tale.
It is the mercy,
the spirit,
the sensation of your healing.
It is your gentle interaction
as you watched me discover
the world that surrounded me
and played the game of life.
It is the
sweet and gentle
hush of wind
that saves me
from the
grasp of depression,
gives me hope,
and teaches me
to believe again.
I have a wish.
I can't tell you what it is.
I can not tell...
but I can dream
and maybe one day,
it will reveal itself
in reality.
-LJ
11 June 2015
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