I Wish...

Five four lined stanzas of longing to be beautiful so one of beauty may take notice

I wish I was but the down on the white dove's chest

and the rustle of the wind beneaths it's wings

as it made it's nest behind my golden leaves

that drop to the ground from my cold Autumn chill



I wish I was but a strand of hair from the black mare's neck

as she runs full speed through my thick grass mat

dancing upon the rainbow of my long soft petels

the nectar hidden deep with in my full cupped hands



I wish I was but the single chime from the lone gold bell

that tolls in the night under my sparkling light

whispering viberations throughout the crisp, fresh air

touching me, the dew upon the morning glory blues



I wish I was but that sweet rose kiss upon your lips

my sweetest goodbye to my joyous hello

the caress that whispers upon your cheek

and the fingers that run throughout your hair



I wish I was but many things all so splendid and wonderous

and as long as it's not me, then happy I think I could be

when nothing it would seem comes out right for me

though I try for the elusive beauty, I'll bask in yours instead