A Wish...

There was I, on a cloudy day,

Sate below a willow tree,

Wishing firm for she would say…;

Asked I, “What must I do for thee?”

There she was, a lifetime’s wish,

But hath she, her own free will,

Nor could I, plead nor show my heart squeamish

For, a lifetime’s worth, or a moment still…

Braided hair, prayerful eyes and gentle brows,

And a smile to go with thee,

Amidst a dream, amongst my vows,

Could I wish, they were waving to me?

For a hundred years, have I been in love,

Yet, known not have lived that much,

Only have I known now somehow,

Or felt it from a moment’s touch.

Live must I, in this wish of wishes

Worthy not I? For not me to say,

But, like a dream it flourishes…

A lifetime it leads, dies and withers away…