What's in a Wish?

 

What if wishes weren’t 

“horses for beggars to ride”

but instead became kisses

borne from our sighs~

the rush of soft wind 

a warm brush on the cheek,

an admission of truth

to the things we don’t speak,

confessing with candor

all that we feel

not rendered in whispers

but spoken with zeal.

Maybe then we’d acknowledge

with honest inflection,

not cowered in fear

of another’s rejection.

Oh! If wishes were kisses

from sighs that are sighed,

we could lasso the moon

and conquer the tides,

with purpose unquestioned

 our hearts as our guide.

 

© Ginny Brannan 2021