The Wish Giver

For it has been a long time, a long time it has been.
I've waited and wished, my wishes perhaps forgotten in the sands of time.
Like the one true thing you cannot rid yourself of, one true thing I cannot have.
Perhaps I am a child? Or perhaps I am simply childish, waiting for my wish.
What of you... what of me... dare your wishes be what has been.
The child in me with purity says no, the adult in me with worldliness says yes.
If you cannot grant the one, I ask of the wish giver, at least grant me another.
So I wait for a long time and hope a long time it will not be.

AEM - 2000

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