This is a form of, I strongly believe, poetic drabble. If it could pass off as poetry of some acceptable sort, of course.

It was written last Monday while I was eating tinanok corn. Afterwards, I encoded the words into my cellphone and sent it to random friends as a highly disturbing text message.

Wishing Three

I wish that we may be together
In a way that we fear nothing
And believe in everything that we have

I wish that we may both be stronger
In a way that we do not hold back the tears
But cry freely to let the pain out
So what’s left inside is happiness
And hope, perhaps

I wish that we may love as purely
As the spring rushes over the rock
That the years will wear our faces away
But our hearts never stop flowing
Towards eternity