Whispers of Wishes

I want to be the orange tint on the evening clouds,

I want to be the flock of birds that fly across the setting sun,

I want to be the camera that captures the stories written in the stars,

I want to be the pen that yields the most beautiful of writings,

I want to be the horizon that separates land and sea,

I want to be the eraser that helps forget your mistakes,

I want to be a sight that cannot be unseen.

I want to be sweet morning chirrups that people wake to,

I want to be the bell that indicates the arrival of midnight,

I want to be the chatter of the crowd at a gathering,

I want to be the ticks of a clock during a quite afternoon,

I want to be the tune that you’re stuck humming throughout the day,

I want to be the song that help drown your bitter memories away,

I want to be the melody you cannot forget

I want to be the first words of a naïve infant,

I want to be the last words of a wise old man,

I want to be the harsh lectures of a caring teacher,

I want to be the wisdom delivered by professors and scholars,

I want to be speeches given by great leaders across the world,

I want to be the gossip that reaches every ear,

I want to be the banter between friends,

I want to be the words that bring about change.

I want to be the fragrance of mom’s breakfast that wakes you from your dreams,

I want to be the smell of a thousand fields of sunflower, or better yet a can of freshly opened paint,

I want to be the smell of mud after a night of heavy downpour,

I want to be aroma that awakens your appetite just before lunch,

I want to be the smell of home after a long time away.

I want to be the indulgences during diets,

I want to the water you drink at 3 am,

I want to be food that reminds you of childhood,

I want to be the fennel seeds that you chew on right after,

I want to be the taste that you cannot recreate

I want to be the clothes that fit perfectly,

I want to be a streetlight on a rainy night,

I want to be a story that keeps the pages turning,

I want to be the plot twist you never saw coming,

I want to be the cool breeze on a humid summer afternoon,

I want to be the autumn clouds that threaten rain but pass silently,

I want to be the fire at a camp stranded in the woods,

I want to be the call that bears good news,

I want to be the hug that unites old companions,

I want to be a voyage spanning the seven seas,

I want to be the beauty in life that people cannot forget,

I want to be a stubborn memory that will not fade,

I want to be significant and beautiful even in death,

Not just a smudge that lasted a single breath.