http://slow.writerscafe.org/WishfulThinker The original writings of author ❀ Gabriela ❀ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985157 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If there’s light at the end of the tunnel, how I wish it would spare me a wink… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2964355/ I would give all that I had awayto go back just once more;to when life was light and simple. Back to the world we knew before. Now I measure time in moments. I hold each fleeting hour dearso my anguished heart has something leftwhen you’re no longer here. I’ll stand w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2964282/ May March come in like a lamb, but not out like a lion! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2935706/ The fury of a violent, raging storm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2935042/ “I never did imagine rain when I gazed into crystal blue. Nor did I then foresee the pain, when clouds grew dark above us two…” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2934813/ “As the crowded halls grow empty, hurried footsteps take their rest. And the daylight dwindles slowly, at the weary world's behest…” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2934107/ “Oh, the things that I would give to live those days again…” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2933997/ The sadness settles in Just like a gentle autumn rain. Or the chill that sinks beneath your skin And there, somehow, remains. Should I sit beside the fire There to warm my icy bones, I’d still feel the chill within me So long as I was there alone. Perhaps when the leaves a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2869312/ “I fear not biting winds or storm. I’ve learned I do not stand alone…” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2807376/ …I’ll feel your absence keenlyAs I count each passing day. I’ll keep my message brief for now,But when I’ve gone awayKnow that a portion of my heartWith you will still remainAnd all the rest that’s left of itOnly awaits your claim. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2805935/ The leaves all fall in earnest now, A chill is in the air. The wind sweeps through each scarlet bough;It shakes the branches bare. And fleeting daylight does precedeThe dreary days ahead. The golden autumn sunlight fadesTo icy blue instead. And though I am incline.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2794594/ I ambled down the cobbled streets,Beneath the painted autumn leaves And marveled at what I beheld;At sights I could scarcely believe. And yet, these sights and wonders paledAnd seemed to me so ordinary. For none of what I sought compared-No statue, bust or reliquary .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2791347/ Long have I searched for home, you see-Long have I searched for home. I’ve traveled by both land and sea;Long have I searched for home. I’ve caught the wind beneath my sails,Traversed the great unknown And yet, although I wander much,Still find myself alone. I&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2786588/ Like the starlight piercing throughthe inky sky above, so does the spark- that thrilling hopeof all I’m dreaming of, twinkle in the midstof all this earthly drudgery.  Like planets in the distance,or a shining galaxy. Some nights I feel so keenlyth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2786286/ I count each passing hour, always dream of what could beIf I was master of my time, of what’s been granted me. If rather than the world’s to take, these days were mine insteadI’d venture after every dream, each plan inside my head. I’d sail off far away; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2785790/ The city lights and starry skiesStretched farther than our eyes could seeStill failed to catch my glance the wayThat you did, standing next to me.And in the brilliant light of dayThe blue horizon, opened wide,Revealed the winding road aheadYet drew me closer to your sid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2777517/ My annual Christmas poem. A bit of good cheer and silliness :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2157355/ I know not where I’m going now, and hardly how I came.I cannot tell what lies ahead, I don’t know where to aim. My greatest dreams have come to ruin,all blown away like dust.I have no wish to carry on.And yet, somehow, I must.I don’t know what I’m running .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2102578/ Bright and crisp, October breezesSweep gently through the mottled treesAnd linger, among heavy branches,To dance with brightly-painted leaves. Fierce and sharp, October breezesTear savagely through battered treesAnd, rushing through their tattered branches,Strip them ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2065461/ Time is fickle, time is fleeting... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2039045/ I wander, as through empty halls. And lonely roads, that no one knows... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/2038876/ As the summer passes by,The leaves among their branches sighAnd tumble from their lofty perchFrom high atop the tallest birch.The wind gives them a careless toss,The mottled trees bereave their loss. 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But I'm sure some bird or squirrel will be able to use it for their nest eventually. February 3, 2015 Today, I collected four more plastic bottles, which means that my bag of bottles is full. It's all very .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WishfulThinker/1492732/ January 22, 2015 Today is a most momentous occasion, as it marks the start of my health journal. Or rather, it marks the end- the end of detrimental behaviors that could adversely effect the environment around me. 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