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.