I Wish

How I wish for my words to flow like silent hills
gushing over valleys and down into open ears
like the sweet hum of the morning light

To cast beauty over this blank canvas
as the light throws beauty over the horizon
in crimson colours of auburn, pink and red

You sit and you wonder about the times that could’ve been
about moments you might have missed
like grains of sand cascading through an oaken hourglass

But do not give yourself to the past just yet
for although your bones are worn and your skin is frail
like a penny passed through countless hands

Your essence still shines as bright
as the dawn of the first summer’s day
like new life, like faith