First there is a wish

Made upon a coin

Thrown into the pond

 

And then there is a hope

That thrives and bows

And makes thee grateful

For what may be,

What shall be in a fistful of time

 

And then there is a wait

To the sunlight and back

To the dawn and dusk

And all around the globe

To the space

And distant stars unable to create

 

And then comes a despair

And the despair becomes a loss

It becomes the loss you can’t bear

 

But how can it be a loss if not given or had

How can it be healed

If without a wound or fracture as bad.