Dearly I miss you in the deeps of a moment,
So far from my best days’ home
-Have I yet used up all my three wishes ,
Or will you please grant another? -
Haplessly I pine
In this void I call vocation,
This priesthood of sighs,
I can almost breathe you,across a thousand miles,
Telling myself how lucky I am
To have “known” you.
Did you ever-I think not-understand me?
Was there perhaps just a moment or two
When something holy
Broke free and broke through?
Or was it all the same confusion,
The vagaries of insubstantial hope?
I wanted you, and in a kind way,
My soul’s happy sister
Sent on a mission.
I wish you all good fortune,
The grace of days,and all your heart deserves,
But think of me sometimes,
And smile.
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