Wishing

Give me my wings
Oh suffer muse, I beg you
For grain of memory runs thin
Desert in heat
Drought filling my head.
A clenched fist
Nail marks on my palm
As if I could breathe in your presence

Give me my soul
I'll never ask for more
An ink sword to slash
Open library of wounds
Black waterfall of dreams
A stream runs, babbling; gossiping.
Funny how life goes on and on and on.

Give me the key
That unlocks the door to the sky.