The Last Wish

so here we are again
my lover, my friend
one more year and time is still present in our scars
we should remove ourselves from our histories, from the pages that beg to be torn from our book
i sometimes believe this will be our year
but what does it mean TO BE our year?
will we stumble and fall once again?
will we let our desires run amok and keep on hurting ourselves like a dumb tradition only we pretend to understand?
or will we do what is right... for everybody?
that's the problem when two troubled souls cross each other's paths
they always expect the other to cleanse the soul that has long been prey for love, the carcass of the heart
but in the end we know the truth
we know what we feel
how we feel
we deny reason, for reason does not make sense when mortals love as deeply as we do
we deny everything but hope
and that is our saddest truth
that is what keeps us alive
holding the eternal flame of time and illuminating the damp cave we refuse to leave

as i blow the candles
as i make a wish
i am sure this will be our year