Wishes & Whims Poem by John Sensele

I wish I could bear the pain
That messes up your normal routines
Queers your sleep and imposes strain
On your mornings and pricks your body like a thousand pins.

I wish God would allow me
To be there for you twenty four seven
To warm you, lighten up your mood and make you see
How much I love you so much I could fly you to a happiness haven.

I wish we could embrace
Hermetically like a phone and its optimal simcard
Diffuse warmth, breath and face
Every challenge together to each other pay due regard.

I wish reality and dreams could merge
For streams of whims to come true
As together forward we surge
To each other cling like glue.