A Wish

I look out my window

the curtains rest against the back of my hand

The glass cold and clear

then cloudy as I breathe

I let my tired head

slump towards the icy cool pane

and wish

I look into the sky

a glistening sea

And find a brilliant fiery star

floating throught the air

swimming in the breeze

I close my eyes

I wish again

I am a believer

of magic and love

But feel like a fool

for wishing I was holding

you

This poem is about 20 years old. I don't remember who it was inspired by, but I remember the cold window pane on my forehead. I remember the yearning and admitting to myself that I was a corny romantic.