I can see the pass from here, <br /> Though it is but a slight trace <br /> in its ten miles away! <br /> Wishing on a star place, sacred to the life of Earth. <br /> The trees lend themselves to our passing <br /> To our standing near them. <br /> The grass loves the hoof as much as the foot. <br /> Not every yesterday is forgotten. <br /> Nor are all sorrows knocking. <br /> Many have abandoned the task, <br /> under our long ago not letting them in. A firm stance... <br /> in the light of these palm-tree like musings. <br /> A lost worker, <br /> inside this appointed slavery. <br /> A hero petrified, <br /> not by what is there as I look, <br /> but by what will come if I do not. <br /> A two tomorrow's choicest leavings <br /> taken as manna... to last forever, <br /> as I pray, high and wide... With a hubris that contains my fears. <br /> With a melancholy that's lasted the years. <br /> With a strange thought given straight out. <br /> For a modern mind, on a wishing route.<br /><br />Joe Duvernay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishes-not-wasted/
