Wishful Thinking Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Then it struck, this manic rush felt sitting on the outside steps.
This obsessive compulsion riddled with every heart beat.
Sitting looking at the stars, would I ever be that free.
To have complete and utter understanding under the moon so bright.
I can't help but think.
The stars sitting in complete silence, cherishing the gift of each other.
I only have God to thank for the gift of sight.
The belief that one day I too will be that free.
Far beyond the glimpse of passing eyes, and would be wishes.
To deeply pour my heart into another without need for anything.
The street is quiet, a car passes every once in a while.
The echo of engines can be heard zooming off in the distance.
This sudden mania of watching my heart pass by in an unmarked car.
The wonderment of where it would go, all the things it would see.
Better than sitting beside me I suppose, self-indulging in the stars that move
about seamlessly standing still.
Strapped in the back seat searching for another heart in longing,
While everyone else is tucked in snug, next to the one they love