A Wish For Us

by Tillie Cole

“Music gives a soul to the universe, Wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, And life to everything.” ~ Plato

Some are not meant for this life for too long. A fleeting glimpse, a silent birdsong. Souls too pure, they burn out too bright, Bodies so fragile, losing the fight. Hearts lose their beats, rhythms too slow, Angels they come, it’s time to go. Lift from this place, to the heavens and skies, Smothered in peace, where nobody dies. Hope left behind in the ones they have loved, No longer caged, now wings of a dove. Wings, white as snow, sprout from my heart. Wings, spreading wide, now to depart. Tears in my eyes, I give one last glance. I lived, and I loved, and danced life’s sweet dance . . .

Heart cold and alone, until it heard your song, No symphony, no choir, not all notes, just one. With a beat so loud, you brought rhythm to life, With love so pure you turned dark into light. For every breath I lost, I gained a smile, I gave it all, just to sit with you awhile. As the end grows near, I savor each kiss, I pray for time, close my eyes and wish. I wish to have a life with you, And do the things I dreamed we’d do. Chase the music, from dawn until dusk, A wish for me, for you, for us. You’d take my hand so tightly in yours, We’d run over hills, over valleys and moors. You’d kiss me by lakes, by trees and by skies, I’d breathe you in, words, laughs, loving sighs. Your fingers in mine would never let go, I’d love you more than you’d possibly know. You’d carry me home under stars and the moon, And lay me down, in your arms, in our room. I wish to have a life with you, And do the things I dreamed we’d do. Chase the music, from dawn until dusk, A wish for me, for you, for us. A whispered chance is what I hold dear, My single last breath grows so very near. I wish and I wish with all that I am, And hold onto you for as long as I can. I never dared hope for a love such as you, With colors in your soul that you let me see too. Now that you’re here, I vow to hold on, For the life we dreamed, a life full of song. I wish to have a life with you, And do the things I dreamed we’d do. Chase the music, from dawn until dusk, A wish for me, for you, for us. A wish for ...

“There’s not a part that I regret.” I felt Cromwell still. His body was tense as his lips brushed over my head. “You . . . Cromwell . . . there’s not a part of us that I regret. Not the beginning . . . not the middle . . . and certainly not the end . . .”

Some are not meant for this life for too long . . . Angels they come, it’s time to go . . . No longer caged, now wings of a dove . . . Tears in my eyes, I give one last glance . . . I lived, and I loved, and danced life’s sweet dance . . .

Through music. Through love. And through the colors of his soul. He was, and forever would be, the beat in my heart.