Poem: The Wishing Hour

The wishing hour
Is those rare hours
Between sunset
And moonrise
     darkness
Where wishing stars
Can be seen

The wishing hour 
Is when I found you
Lonely in a field
     waiting
But for what
Was it for me

The wishing hour 
She said to me
Is when I feel
     hopeful
Sending wishes
To the heaven

The wishing hour
Brought you here
To me this evening
     love
Fulfilling my hopes
By your presence

The wishing hour
Is the time
When we embraced
     kissing
Lips promising
Future happiness

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This week’s experimental poem is a refrain–a poem with a repeating line (The wishing hour). To read more about this poetry form click here.

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