Saint Jude

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that twinkle in your eye
and a fleeting thought
that makes you heave a sigh
for a moment you wish
to have

and so you’re caught
moonbeams rhyming
with your gaze to the nighttime sky
while you’re longing to wish
on a world so far away

(and all those desires
caught between the realm of need and want)

high heels clicking on the street
searching for somewhere to call home
and sighing at a photograph
of a boy who’s not yours
even the innocence of the small icy fingertips
sliding against the thick glass
that’s between her arms and that beautiful doll

(aren’t all our human eyes
bejeweled by earthly treasures)

sometimes it’s a dream, a hope
or the sight of the horizon
and the wish to be free
to see those city streets and cathedrals
on the other side of the world

(roads paved by our ancestors
and the mystery of what was)

and maybe that’s why we cast our eyes
to the sky
and our destinies
to the stars

since it seems to be easier
to trust what we can’t see
and someone who knows
that you
are not a lost cause

(while Saint Jude is smiling, balancing heartfelt wishes
in the palm of his hand)

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p.s. - thank you.