Wishes are for forever.

Little desires, hopes and expectations of the mind.

Crimson sunset skies, sunny mornings and the patter of the rain.

Friends nestle in the second layer.

Everlasting photographs of familiar faces

And laughter echoing through lonely memory lane

Phone numbers the finger hasn’t traced for years.

The third layer, deep and warm, as in a homoeothermic animal,

Bears the wishes of a million hearts that have beat till now.

Each the same beat, but a different wish.

One for a movie, the other a date, the third will do with the telephone.

I will go for night sky stars. Quiet words etched over the velvet panel.

If the stars did not love each other, would they remain for so many thousand years?

Deep inside, the child knows it’s the moon cruising through the clouds.

The prison had taught the other way round.

So I shall stare into your eyes, two universes, underneath the quiet galaxies of this one.

Dim silver moonlight on the person I love so much.

And we shall never let go

That is my third wish.

And then I die happily ever after.

1Life.