A Wisher's Sort Of Hopeful

I want to carry myself upon the breeze.
I want to lose myself in a breath of sound.
I want to drift my way up to the sun and the moon.
I wand to lie in a valley of clouds.

I wish for my words to carry.
Farther away than I could ever dream.
I want to love - A great, strong love.
I want to give myself up to the sea.

I pray, to dream of friendship.
Of happiness, of freedom, of trees.
I dream of dreaming a wonderful song.
I wish to dance among the stars.

Above all, I wish.
I dream, I sing, and I pray.
And I want. Oh, how I want.
Breathless, and alive.