ManicWorld Magazine

I wish I could emblazon myself in your mind
The way a mother does knowing and loving her child
I wish I could be the last thing you taste at night
Salty, tart, and wet, just for you
I wish I could be there in the afterthoughts, not leaving, just staying in front
of your whispers as they move onto the tomorrows and leave the yesterdays
I wish I could be with you in your dreams, catching you when you feel as though you’re falling
Oh to be the first thing you think of when you open your eyes
Did you whisper my name?
For I whispered yours
I keep wishing and hoping, wanting to be the morning glory
You crave, and desire
When your eyes open to the greenness of a new day
Full of light and possibilities
gently lifting the fog that enshrouds you
Welcoming you into a new day
Trumpets, flutes, guitar strings, an orchestra playing just for you.