A silent wish

Silly wishes,
I know
as I sit on a rainy day
with drops falling on my palms
like dimes
that have been lost
and are hitting tile floors.

Silly thoughts,
I know
as I take precious pieces of colored glass
and mend them together
when I should be planting
my incessant mind
on firm roots.

But on moments like these
I all can do is wish,
wish that someone
could brush away the raindrops
from my skin
and fuss about my hair.

But on days like these
I need someone
to pull up my chin
and dry the fears
that well within my heart
like a locket that is so worn
that it breaks.

I know my thoughts
are wasted,
yet I linger for a sweet taste
of something I wish I had.

If only someone
anyone
who could care for me in such a way,
as to carry me to the highest of mountains
and teach me to fly..
without falling down.