Wishes

my dreams are longing and reaching:
wispy, fragrant spices seeping into
open windows of today
bringing me quickly back to

innocent yesterday
where ribbon and lace
weave itself softly into the folds
of my blondness and boldness

she comes to me in my dreams
bearing gifts of juice and the ever
generous

Chicken Noddle Soup, to cure me
to fix me
repair the damages that have been
rendered

the Wishes she desires may
be secret and forlorn, or perhaps
like her habit is; she will forget to wish

at all

but my wish for her?
dream on
dream on
wish on
wish on