|'Tis a Wish
'Tis a wish, I wish I had,
That I should fail to be so sad.
Pray, can I say to ebbing tide,
That as it leaves, please let me ride
Upon the back of setting sun
Beginning where the colors come;
And take me please, to ease the end,
Allow me further, hearts to mend.
Oh sea, oh sea, bade hither me
This longing for no wither be
This fading of the sinking star
To dark, to ashen grey of scar.
Above love’s soaring canopy
Warm and nurtured apathy?
Above the waves of curling wind,
That blows sand bare of naked sin,
I call to that of life’s desire
A song of hope and dreams aspire
To cast my lonely self adrift
On river bound to happiness
Please, rippled water, swirling true
Turning green to purple-blue
Release my sadness, tame this fool
Reflect the joy, and life refuel.
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