Wishful
Thinking
She reaches through the mist
Clutching at
tomorrow.
A light touch, a warm embrace,
And all that brings her sorrow.
"I want so much to see it,
to know it!" she gasps.
But it slips through her
fingers,
Evading her
yearning grasp.
And as it leaps and flutters
Dancing e'er
away,
She realizes to reach tomorrow,
She must survive today.
ATTENTION: This poem has been published
in an anthology called "A Falling Star" August 2001. I submitted the
poem through Poetry.com