My wishes were never heard, no matter how much I yearned to be free from the hands of sorrow. I need to search for a different place, one where I can let go.
I look into those eyes one last time, which hold all of the world’s memories.
They harden as I speak the poisonous words
but grow tender as I step farther away.
There resides a flicker in the eyes each time they blink
hoping that I listen before I vanish to beyond. They say,
I wish that you will not forget the moon that used to tickle the night sea with streaks of white, sending light even to the creatures that lurked beneath.
The eyes flashed a memory of the midnight
how pitch black and still the sight was,
how rapid the sounds were of the creatures living in a lullaby.
I wish that you remember the delicate fluttering of the butterflies’ wings,
I see in the eyes.
A vision appears, a butter yellow glimpse, a piece of the golden sun,
flickering to the glowing blossoms.
Then I remember
how I used to catch the fireflies in my hands in the cool summer dusk,
their way of thanking me for setting them free by blinking their radiance.
I ask the eyes,
Will your wishes come true?
A long, delicate pause and then they say,
Yes. In my eyes they will come true. My faith will grant my wishes I have for you.
I take in the words of the eyes, looking back into my own.
Their last words are
I wish that you don’t leave me behind.
I smile at them and they do the same,
pure tranquility matching my own.
I step away from the reflection of my eyes
and see a new ray of vivacious color as I venture into the beyond.
–Power of a wish
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