My Gray Wishing Well

So now I watch my life flicker by
from deep within my gray wishing well

Echoes of Haifa rain down tonight
silver pieces that sing of a hotel room and desire
oh god so much desire

coins kissed by moonlight and city lights twinkle down to me
as easily as he kissed my lips
and ran his hands over my body
changing me forever
along with the color of my world

and what do I send back up
from the gray confines of my wishing well?

Is my bucket half empty
or half full?

do I wish for this pain to end?
what would that mean to me?
to him?

or do i wish to
feel him tremble again
to hear him groan and crush me against him
to feel his lips against my ear
to listen again as he tells me what he wants

how can I wish for this pain to end
when it's all I have of him now?

again, is my bucket half empty
or half full?

and what does it contain?
Is it love
pain
desire
passion

Can I live down here with only the gray echoes
of Tel Aviv, Tiberias, Haifa and Jerusalem...
cities that will forever be different for both of us.
Can I exist down here on what flashes from
his fingertips?

Can I live without him... at all?