The Swell of a Wish
Mystery and silence wait at dusk,
soon their shadows will tuck me in,
and a silver moon, curved and hooked,
will come to rock and let me cry.
Beyond the edge of seas,
tides flow unhurried, carry my wish
with each swell and rise, they hum
a lullaby under a moon more like a sun.
Yet I awake to find life’s precious wishes
nestled in some dust clouds, unreachable,
sun catches and holds my face to the water,
reflecting desperation turned into agony.
Copyright © Josefina Costales | Year Posted 2015
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