Wishes Are But Wisps of Breath...

Wishes are but wisps of breath in the cold:
They hang suspended in the air for an instant. Then they fade.

Looking back, I rediscover what I wished for-
and if I knew then what I know now,
I never would have wished it.
I wished for a perfect life, one with you and me.
Now I know that, you and I, we were never meant to be.

Looking back I rediscover why I feel this way:
I remember how I loved you so and how you went away.

A wish. A wisp. A breath. A mist.
Quickly blown away.

I rediscover how I feel today by remembering
that back then I would have given everything
to have you.
But, in all honesty, what I have now is truly irrevocably me:
Nowadays, I am really me, and you are truly you.
Presently, I desire nothing less than to spend forever with you.
What I wish for now is to remain wholly me.
What I long for now is to stay forever free.

Wishes are but wisps of breath in the cold.
They hang suspended in the air for an instant. Then they fade.
Feeble souls have wishes- wisps which blow away.
Not I, I say. I'll make no wish today.
No shining star so far away
will longer hold its hollow sway
over me.
For now from wishes I am free.