Growing Chances… #Poetry #TheSundayWhirl #Challenge

Someone is drawing circles in my mind

My thoughts lost in a cloud

I wonder through the hours

thinking of a silent prayer

hiding in the mist

Whispered secrets conjuring 

seeds of growing chances

My visions stained by my tears.

I emerge, grateful to remember.

faith, hope and charity.

Looking through the rain stained window,

I see the world as a giant smudge.

Through the gloaming,

I see her standing by the blue water pool.

where it is said that wishes do come true

Is she wishing me into her life?

My heart hopes it’s so

I feel her hand in mine.

Now I know we made the same wish…

©AnitaDawes2024