I found an old green glass bottle and I wished
On the genie within
That you would have a perfect day
And pieces of a perfect day every day
And he asked me to call them by name, so I said:
Hush of the ocean
Sun on your face
Wind in your hair
Sand in your toes
Sleepy kids’ warm heads
in a bright morning
Smiling dog
Happy eyes
Rain on your windowsill
Cool clear nights
No need to travel far
No phone calls, no emails, text messages, or posts
Time to talk and laugh
Loved ones close enough to reach out and touch
As the white moon takes it time
Poling languidly across the rippling black surface of the sky
Sunrise on the shoreline
The horizon an orange-red garnet
bathing you and me in its light
In its glow the promise of a future
Warm and unhurried
Sure and on its own track
Like footprints in the sand
One day we’ll look back and realize there were no missteps
Two unbroken lines side by side
Walking forth and back to familiar places
A perfect day repeats
And the genie took it down
On an pale green assignment pad
With shredded tabs stickng out like tongues from its spiral binding
When he finished his work, he closed it and he was gone
And I’m left with the green glass bottle wondering:
Has my wish for you come true already?
Is it true right now?
Will it ever come true?
We only know in our hearts.
But every day with you is a dream we tell each other
Two unbroken lines side by side
Walking forth and back to familiar places
A perfect day repeats
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