Wish

I found the beginning of this poem all scratched out on my page and I thought it was a pretty good start.  I wonder why I stopped writing.  It was two sentences and the second one, I felt, belongs in another poem perhaps.  So I decided to give it mouth-to-mouth and revive it.  You know. Give it the life it deserves.

Wish

I’d like to wake up with you

Early in the morning,

Or stay up late just playing

Records on your phonograph.

I think I’d like spending

Lazy days in your arms

Under the maple tree in the park

And discovering your dreams.

I know I’d like the feel

Of our fingers locked

As we walk barefoot

On the beach at sunset.

Then snuggle close on our backs

As we gaze at the stars

Arms touching, toes brushing

And listen to the ocean tide.

Maybe one would fall

And this wish would be right.

(March 27, 2014)