There you stand like a soldier in the middle of a rock garden
Your head is a perfect round bulbous ball of fluff on a tall stem
waiting for me to blow
my wish
One wish for me to make. Make it wisely says my genie.
I wish that the cat would step on you
or be washed up in a downpour
simply be gone but you just wait for me
to pick you up
tear you from your land of rocks
and do to you what nature intended
I'm waiting for the moment to cave
To make the same wish. The only one that I have.
Not asking for world peace. No. That's not realistic
I blow the same
wish everytime.
I am giving my wish away
to a stranger.
The one whose eyes I can't see
My wish is out there
swirling dervish through the universe.
In his eyes is a question
and you have the answer.
I dare not look ..... you can answer another's wish
I shall deliver you
I shall not look
I shall not blow
And he will close his eyes and inhale
Exhale and as your last piece of soft silk
sails away
He will open his eyes
and you will know what to do
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