By kevin urenda
Date: 22 December 1998

wishing

Hearing the aural 
caresses of your sweet voice
when I am wishing instead
for the touch of those lips
Feeling the smooth touch of the telephone
when I am wishing I was
holding the hand that is
holding the telephone on the 
other end of my sighs
Looking out at the beauty 
of this day in the crisp blue sky
when I am wishing I was
lost in the blueness of your eyes
How long must I wait for
these wishes to come true?
I don’t know but my love
can wait forever for you.

12/1&2/98