WHEN YOU WISH. . . .
          Edward Iacona 



When the love of my life left us
And wrote us out of her script
She left her family sad and hurting
And me emotionally ripped.

I spent the days in contemplation
Sifting through the all years 
Until comes night with lack of light
When shadows can hide the tears.

To find a little glimmer
Of reconcilable hope
I consulted first the guidance
Of my daily horoscope.

I asked a toy "Magic Eight Ball"
And turned it over for it's say
The answer in the window showed
"It's Certain", "Unclear" or "No Way!"

I tried to use a Ouija board
To get an answer true.
Problem with my using one 
To use it, it takes two.

I have a best friend, a physic
An expert with decks of Tarot
Will there be a return of my beloved?
But her cards could not show.     
 
There's a website that grants real wishes,
And to me that sounded great!
To make them come true one must
Comply with the magic power of "8". 

Write an "8" upon a card and
Then show it to the moon.
Recite your wish specifically 
And it will come true soon.

I drew an "8" most carefully
And to this I shall attest
After showing it to the moon
The moon was not impressed.

I guess there is no real "Secret"
For it is my found contention
For no matter how hard I tried 
There is no "Power of Intention"
 
All I wanted was a solution and
For this I was willing to do my part
But no matter what I tried I found
That only God can change one's heart