a prayer leaves the lips
and is nothing
but a wish in hopes to be heard

no ethereal savior sits with bated breath
only the ether welcomes the wish

a hushed grey world
a lonely wandering
filled with the din of
wishes fade to whispers

fey wander the ether
collecting wishes
in invisible spider-spun nets

fey consume the wish
twist and writhe
in the ecstasy of engulfment
wish consumes fey
forcing its way out of every orifice

wish forces fey
to push the wish
with a kiss to a soul's lips
squeezing it through that portal to reality

a wish kissed
a wish granted
a wish ripen

rare when the lips wish
are the lips kissed