Wishing
Wishing
In a world beyond this one,
a river sings sweetly,
enchanting us with what we want to hear,
shaping what we see
in order to keep going.
In those waters,
all disappointments are forgotten,
our mistakes forgiven.
Gazing into them,
we see a strong father.
A loving mother.
Warm rooms
where we are
sheltered,
adored,
wanted.
And the uncertainty
of our futures
is nothing more
than the fog of breath
on a windowpane.
