Soliloquy

If I could wish a wish

Demand not jewellery or Irish 

Gold, no material wealth for me

Palatial palaces of incroyable width 

Hosting balls of gowns and scribbled checks

And yachts stacked high with gourmet on deck

Matters not when the soul is not full

Polished pretty in a nighttime suit

Potions to cure any carnal debt

Providing falsettos of hope to broken souls

Ask not for these toys of the night 

I do not seek the wildfire warmth of a neon glow

I seek eternal effervescence from the spring of my soul

To taste the light sweetness of contentment upon my long-awaiting lips 

To have my bitter scars graced by another and be held in just the same faith

To seek my Great Perhaps!

Before that damn curtain closes