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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 © | Year Posted 2006




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