Wishful Thinking
If I could dance with memories,
that dance would be, you and me.
The slowest kind while holding you,
that wishful thought, turning true.
If I could kiss those lips I dream,
a sultry night, we'd paint that scene.
Wish for walks hand in hand,
a moonlit beach on desert sand.
This wish to make all memories,
from wishes to reality.
A wish for you back by my side,
not with the stars, where you now hide.
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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