Wishes in Eclipses
of Desires Her Heart Holds the Dearest
It isn’t exactly sad
that she still has not found
the “happy” and the “new”
in this year yet,
perhaps “happiness”
isn’t really what she’s after;
not the fleeting joys,
nor the superficial smiles
not a portal to a new dimension,
nor the irresolute tries
she needs rich quench
for her thirst of the antiquated,
of novel encounters,
yet seemingly acquainted;
she seeks experiences
which would bring forth ‘worth’
to the ever-lasting risk
her spirit is undertaking
and perhaps “new”
isn’t what she’s seeking either,
she yearns to meet her dark old truths,
the hidden demons within
that relentlessly murk,
the eternally present curses
that persistently lurk,
longing for credence,
an appeasing caress,
an impending acceptance,
a redemptive embrace,
and so that night,
under a shady moonlight
comes her one mere wish,
that from her deepest of slumbers
she’d be casted a spell,
for her to finally and lucidly
re-awaken.
