A Wish

I wish, the violets never
bloom again,
In the garden of my
midnight dreams.
Waking me up, In the
other world,
To the fragrance of a
soul unknown.

I wish, all the mirrors
were broken,
Showing me not, the
deepest scars.
I would look myself in
deep wells,
That, all the faces are
lost in ripples.

I wish, there is no feather
on the way,
For faintest light in the
darkest woods.
Silence of angels speaks
out loud,
About the empty shells
on seashores.

I wish, there is no life
after deaths,
Searching for anwers in
buried skulls.
I just wish to be a cloud
In the sky,
Floating scattered till the
end of time.