the eyes of tonight's skies
are the color of a moonbloom seawish flower.
is there a clause in the constitution
of a shooting star that i can only wish upon it
and not for it?
what if i waste my wish wishing
for a wishmaker to wash ashore
on the sleeplands and dreambeaches
of spilldesiring hearts?
let me. just let me once.
i don't want to suffer anymore
for the resonance of others.
no longer long for what's no longer there.
no more yearn for what's no more
than a trapped possibility.
~ ajay
22/1/2025
