I WISH

Tell me the story of the sea...

.... The great silence of words was floating above us,

eyes flickering from the shells.

Its scent was an ascent. Its gaze was awondered.

Its feet were pacing high and pondering.

It has never heard of wisdom nor of passing of times.

It was at rest, barely born.

Then a star-rain came

to wash its face,

as tears do.

The silence of the tears.

I wish I were a tree. Ancient and strong,

and yet unmoving.

To stand at the source of dreaming.

With remembrance beyond human shape,

not wondering where it came from.

Focused on its open, miraculous core.

I wish I had a miracle-working heart,

boundless, fresh,

even if crashed by axes,

to laugh as a glittering shade

from the red hearth of the night.

A secret web of rivers joins the trees

in a low, endless song with no rise or fall.

I wish I were a flower,

immersed in its petals,

to live with the sun,

to shiver asleep at night.

I wish the scent of twilight

were my last memory of the world.

I wish all air would love me

as it loves the falling flower.

I wish the silvery shades would await for me with love

as they do for the flower.

I wish I had no memories left.

I wish I were here new, at awe

at the beginning of my heart's storm.