Wish

I came upon a fairy on a path in a quiet wood.
I dared not approach her, lest I lose her.
But she stared back at me as I stared at her
And the moment burned in me, the play of
greenish yellow light, her pretty face, her
delicate wings, all are with me still.
She said, 'I am called Persephone. If you
catch me, I can grant you a wish."
And as the dare was too bold not to dare,
I bolted towards her, and desiring to be caught,
she only mocked flying away.
And then I held her, firmly and gently,
with our cheeks brushing together.
She said, "Now whisper your wish in my ear,
and if it is in accordance with the Higher Power,
He will grant it."
But all I could think was how warm she was,
how pretty, how welcoming, how graceful,
how close she was to me, how she let me catch
her, the very presence of her.
And so I said, 'My wish has been granted.'
And she giggled and flew away, without looking
back.
And when I think of it, and see it for what it
was, and think of all I could have said,
and how every possibilty would be a torture
of not knowing the other possibilities,
I should have wished to wish no longer.