Wish Mountain
Wishes are wants
Elevated to our
Highest mental mountains.
There they hover
With aspiring mists,
Waiting to discover
An opportunity to
Become true.
Winds of change
Blow them this way
And that,
Until some become dreams,
Or various and devious
Schemes;
Still others descend
On elation's rope,
And try to pretend
They can still be a hope.
No one truly knows
Where exactly a wish
Gets started,
But they flourish in
Abundance,
From the meek
To the broken-hearted.
Some are candles
Burning in the windows
Of our hearts...
Beckoning with promise
Despite dark dismay,
They flicker brightly,
"Let it be today."
Wishes encapsulate
All we envision
And desire.
Such noble carriers
Of intent...
First a spark,
And then a fire.
When finally they
Meet with blessings,
A wondrous harmony is found.
Wishes become true,
Aspiring mists become dew,
And a rose of reality
Breaks ground.
MEBH/@Copyright 9-99
