Last Wish
To sift is my endeavor, lest I fail
to bring to harmony and to avail
the roads I've traveled on to sweet commune
the sun to blow a kiss to reach the moon
the trees to rain down water from their leaves
to end the parching season of the seas
where salt in rings has settled sugar white
and mad mirages flood the settled sight
To sift my thoughts, I'm sure you will agree
is of the utmost pertinence to me
To wrap the package up in memories
and gently set their sail upon the seas.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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