Wish Rider
A sum of wants and needs
To write a verse or two before I die
To recreate a beauty that I’ve seen
To cause a tear to form within an eye
From seeing a thing that’s gone tho it had been
Common as a haddock small thrown back
Through eyes as blue as sky or salty green
Though it were all I carried in a sack
With staff aswing on shoulders bony bold
Would e’er that I could take a different tack
And keep your precious soul from growing old
This life is hard on souls as wild as mine
So tethered to the sum of day to day
I cannot ever seem to work as fine
To give a reason for this feeling fey
The fear of being alone is here again
As ever it enthralls these days of gray
Let all the fetters fall and I can fly
As free as any nightingale to sing
A verse or two of love before I die
To balance all the joy of life you bring
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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