One Wish
It's quarter past nine
I am in my bed
My thoughts are convoluted
One after the other
they keep fading away
like living in memories
ever so close
yet so distant
each seems enriching than the last one
but each one replacable
I notice the moonlight,
trickling down at me
it asks
'What is it that you want tonight ?'
'Just let me be in her thoughts'
Says I..