Wishes

What is a wish?
A hope for something that is to come?
A grasping out into the mysterious
   darkness looking for a rock on which
   we can steady ourselves?
Is it that tiny pinhole of light
   at the end of the tunnel that we run to?

We all have wishes.
We all have hopes
   on which we hang,
   to which we cling
   like a shipwrecked sailor to a buoy.

These wishes are so personal.
So unique to each of us.
Wishes are a fingerprint of
   emotions in abstract,
   colored by kaleidoscopic dreams
  of you and I.

I have a wish.
You have a wish.
They are the same,
a gemini wish for something bigger
   and something better for both of us.
This wish is of the future
   and for the future.
Today it is an abstraction.
Tomorrow,
if we will it,
that wish shall be concrete.
Shared.
Treasured.
Held
Until the end of our days.