Wish

All I wish
is that I shall be
forever able
to recognize
each and every one
of you from afar
and that the beauty
and elegance of
your movements
will not be marred by age.

This is not a desire
for the stagnation of time
nor is it a refusal to change.

As I sit outside,
within a sky-ceilinged box,
I stare out
to the inside
and watch all of your beautiful faces,
and animated selves
and this makes me tremble,
engulfed by thoughts of
what may come.

Intuition is not really reliable
and a hunch is only,
only a hunch.
But there are somethings
that I may wish for
and only sometimes,
very rarely,
very, very rarely
do these wishes
even come close
to coming true.