Wish

A wish of a shooting star falling through

The universal mind. A nova named 

Among constellations, brightly inflamed

And wild as the beautiful wish I blew.

The yearning to be a muse chosen by

An artist in a world of art. Mona

In Florence, or Lady of Verona

Compared to a summer day, how I'd cry.

One day I pray to be cradled and kissed

And caressed by the throes of passion

So exquisite it will change the fashion

Of my life in ways no one could resist.

It takes a lifetime of being unloved

To crave the privilege to love and be loved.