Wishing Well

In your innocence,

you wish with good intentions.

When will this minute pass?

When will this hour end?

When will this week be over?

When will this month go by?

But, when will it be time to live at last?

Sometime soon, our time will end.

And we’ll have nothing to remember as we fade.

Our hands will strain for another minute.

Our limbs will reach for just one more day.

And our molten hearts will leak hot from our mouths as we pretend,

that everything’s ok.

We never let ourselves be beautiful in our own eyes.

Our baby skin and our baby hearts have long gone.

Why did we spend a lifetime wishing for more, wishing well, and hating what was drawn?

And we’re scared of never being able to love ourselves.

Now it’s too late and our skin is dead, our hands are limp and our eyes are rust.

And our leathery old skin will turn to dust.

It will be too late by the time you know,

we were wishing our time away and we forgot to let our baby skin glow.

We will regret never feeling the heart beat of a lover

or taking just one moment in a lifetime to discover

the comfort of crying on a shoulder and being protected,

while telling a secret to a stranger, soon connected.

You wished your time away

and now you're stuck hoping for just one more day.

"Distance means absolutely nothing, when someone means so much."

I stand outside in the middle of the night,

and with my unblinking eyes, I attempt to count the stars.

I want to capture every beautiful thing in this world before it’s too late.

A cool breeze passes over my body, sending shivers over my skin while

frosty fingers graze my face and caress my wild hair,

but I don’t mind.

I’m not cold.

My heart is on fire, the flames licking my skin and I just smile at the sheer simplicity

and beauty of it all.

I’m frozen in place with my eyes charmed by the stars.

So, this is what love feels like.

Today you gathered me in your arms and asked me how I felt at that exact moment.

I could not find the poetic words you deserved to hear.

But, the feeling, pulsing inside of me, making my heart beat loudly in my chest,

gave me little doubt as to my answer.

I stared into your waiting eyes, and with a quiet smile I told you,

“I’m happy."

Now, I look around at the place where I grew up,

at the world that I ignored with my deformed vision.

And unlike time and time before,

where I hung my head down

and watched my feet move rapidly over jagged stones,

which pierced through the soles of my shoes,

my sore feet just don’t feel like moving anymore.

I lift my head up high in order to capture every beautiful thing in this world

as I wait for you to come stand beside me.

And while you attempt to count the stars,

I smile quietly and feel the energy of my boldly beating heart.