I Wish Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

I wish I was the rain
soaking the roof of her room
and the fields far away,
mixing their dampness
and that of the clay
and its gloom
with the trees
that with their canopy
watch her footsteps fade
in her bed
and the leaves-strewn panoply
wreathing the fleeting breeze
that the petals breathe
at every dawn.

I wish I was the water
she drinks and bathes in,
savoring every inch of her soul,
and flowing to the deepest recesses
of her desire to melt in her blood.

I wish I was the air she breathes,
reaching to the farthest corner
of her being.
with her cheeks, lips and eyes
to play hide and seek together
with a shower of kisses
falling like a waterfall
of her golden hair
blowing at the flowers with mirth
teaching them to dance for her
and give her fragrance and love
teaching the birds flying above
to sing
the song of her birth.

I wish I was her heart and mind
and that I was not mine but hers
so that I can love her by her love
and she by mine.