Heart and Dream

My Wish is wind
the Wish within;
Endless.

And the Wish to grab — 
Catchless!

But I still reach
as if to touch a heaven.
And then my fingers glimpse
Upon the bosom of a Wish

Yet my wish fades
into a losing memory; a dinner jape.

Another Wish flutters
while I gibe its brother

But I still reach
as if to touch a heaven

And then my fingers glimpse…
And then my fingers glimpse…
And then my fingers glimpse
until they rot.

Lost in a tombed abyss
without a Wish to guide
without a Wish to find.