A wish

A Wish


You blow,

Tiny seeds of new becomings float,

They drift upward,

Leaving on the wind.

Landing softly in a sea of sunny blossoms,

They grow,

They become,

A wish.

They release once again,

The wind carrying tiny messengers,

Each with a mission,

To form a new becoming.

Another drop of hope in a never-ending sea of once again’s,

A speck of beauty in a land of dull repetition.

Over, and over.

That small drop of hope becoming something bigger,

Until that drop of hope is no longer a drop but more,

A stream of going to happens,

A stream of wishes coming true,

Taunting you,

Until you make them true.

That tiny drop of hope,

Once a wish,

Now real.