Wish
The season of birth came today,
(the budding march of May)
and it spoke to me by the waters
along the stream near my hideaway,
creamy dreamy and fair
Autumn time and tumbling leaves
brings to me, signs of the times
and winter time,
things gone by;
from inside the window panes,
I witness the return of spring again
All things come to change
as if bound and heaven sent;
leading star-ward ----
their zenith dreams,
In some starry firmament,
the scholars and wise
and crystal staircases
up on high,
they venture solemnly
though seldom knowing why
Give us dreams, give us needs
nothing is what it seems;
yet, united we esteem of better things
and smile from tomorrow brings,
things being all the same
The season of birth arrived today;
dreaming a wanting wish by the waters,
along the stream by my hideaway,
it said:
Wherever you go you are free,
wherever you go leads to me,
Wish
Keith Hunt (c) 2001 Originally appeared in: ' The Writer's Publisher'
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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