Tuesday, February 20, 2007

I wish I could record my thoughts,
And read them over to myself.
Oh! to catch the moment’s rush
Of vision sprinkled through the air.

I wish I could keep looks on faces,
And match them up to reasons,
Turn them into illustrious paintings,
And hang them up in some museum.

I wish I could save the laughter
Of loved ones by me now.
Then when time has beaten them down,
Their mirth will still resound.

I wish I could imprison music
That treks heaven’s utmost heights,
And play it in a music box
Whenever I should like.

I wish I could unravel words
That clutter shelves within my mind.
I’d taste each one to test its worth,
Toss the bad and keep the fine.


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