Wishing well full of long lost wants,
I watch you toy with the others as they approach. No two coins alike. No two dreams provoked.
Pleasantly we humor the ripples of our toss. Waiting patiently for the waves to cross into our blood, our bones, and our bodies until our bliss assures us we are not alone. We are amongst the wishes of this well, all a little rusted and ruined, yet full of endless hope.