Two Wishes
Wishing today that love wasn’t the ichor in my veins or the driving force inside every sandy step Wishing that I could want what is good for me or perhaps what others are convinced is right Looking for that guarantee- that what I desire will long for me too Seeing so clearly to the other side of the water with no path in between but waves and wind Yet that’s the way it’s always been for me A map-less and certain vision With a bloody compass etched into my arm and a mighty star to guide the way, I may yet sail from these familiar shores closer to the heartbeat of it all closer to the truth closer to what I always dreamed I yet have hope for me