Wild wishes, too high for
worldly tries,
Celestial glows that do not fit
into time and place,
Lost love’s tormented hopes
and cries,
Come with fresh face at my
dooryard.
Wild wishes, desires that
cannot be quenched in poor
world’s weak arms,
Joys treading my footsteps
from Heaven above,
All my loves long ago, my
sweet heart-felt urges,
Of all I ever seek, of all I ever
wanted in heart,
Beckon to lead me to Higher
Houses of content.
Wild wishes, her face, her
eyes, and the love I have for
her,
Feelings I cannot put aside no
matter what,
The deep-felt dream of uniting
with her in truth,
She comes to me riding high on
Wild Wishes for my hand!
Born in Mogadishu, Somalia, the poet was raised in a politically prominent family; yet in his early teens, the poet and his family emigrated to the United States, where the poet lived for nearly two decades. The poet now lives in his land of birth and works as a freelance journalist and writer. He feels a particular attachment to John Keats and Percy Shelley for their vehement opposition to the inhumane effects on ordinary people such as the consequences of industrial development in their lifetimes–and reminds us that technological progress today does the same: ‘Weep, for the world is wrong!’ (Percy Shelley, “Dirge”)