reviving the dead

I wish I can break this silence
like a vase
I wish words are an ocean
I can swim in
I wish to wake up with the night,
sing to the moon
and run with my muse--
I wish to never sleep again
so I can live my dreams
and be content.

I wish I hadn't written this within the span of three minutes,
I wish I had more time to properly break the stone in my chest.

But some things need to be done regardless, and without delay, no matter the regretful consequences.

Of evening

Evening which drizzled for approximately nine minutes
and left a wisp of cool breath on the cheek.
Evening when the sound of people chattering becomes
even pleasant and comforting
and the cars zooming past on the highway
a triumphant cheer.
Evening when I sit alone and not lonely
Evening when I have no quarrel with the world
(at least not for now).

Evening when I think of you, and me,
of years come and go, all seven of them,
and keep coming still.

Evening when I think it was all a dream,
but you will kiss me (if you were here), and tell me
no, it was not so.