I want . . .

I want my person to live beautifully;
may all their mistakes bloom now into flowers;
in that chapter of life where unwanted sorrows have lingered, let wanted happiness make its home.
 
My person has a tidy rooftop garden,
where sunflowers grow, where
sunlight plays hide-and-seek behind the bougainvillea.
 
I want a night jasmine bush to rise there now;
let the longed-for rain of moments drip and fall
through the night from the jasmine's tender body.
 
I want my person to belong to their own person.
If need be, not to me, but still...let them be settled.