Pale, wet leaves of lily of the valley <br />Wishes beside these in the dawn <br />The storm wrecks, the mouth to some <br />Glitter eyes with long white fingers <br />Glitter fountain meet the road <br />Staring eyes, with long white fingers <br />Mumbles in a corner of crust <br />Next year’s grass will cover us <br />Can’t stand me and laugh <br />Next year was a year ago <br />We weren't younger nor elder before <br />We were helpless, we were odd <br />Betting on slow horses, nowhere to go <br />Ghost riders by the mid hour <br />Sleepwalkers, nice, nice toys – the knight with the carrot <br />nose <br />An insulted desolate boy <br />Next year’s grass will cover us, <br />Can’t rise me and laugh <br />Last year was a year ago <br />We weren't elder nor younger before<br /><br />Pierre Rausch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishes-114/
