086. Wishing Well

Take me far away,

to the heavens...

and back; or even further.

And love me forever,

for all eternity...

in a wishful serenity,

a world of plenty;

the vastness of it all,

and yet, I yearn for more,

for something else.

Perhaps an open door,

or even a wishing well.

A star I may wish upon,

or a mountain I can climb; 

a fish that can swim,

or a bird that can fly. 

I’ll be one of those,

something great;

or perhaps I’ll be

just a tad bit late

in reaching my dreams,

and falling too short.

And as all of my tears fell

to the freshly frosted snow,

I wish to say one last thing,

before I go...

You were, and always will be,

my wishing well.