Branches of Inspiration by Rowan Blair Colver
Wish
A Poem by Rowan Blair Colver
If I could reach out into this air of illusion,
And gather the seeds of dark thinking inside,
Put them all neatly in a basket of seclusion,
Then in their place plant little specks of light,
It would feel so right,
It would remind me of why I am alive,
Sowing seeds into fields so bright,
Making meadow dreams, making real tonight.
If I could write a letter to the universe in you,
And ask kindly for my will to be ever done,
To implore for more than my own sovereign dues,
It would be written in honour of your inner child sun,
I would ask it to shine,
Remind you of why you are alive,
Spreading warmth inside your temple,
Illuminate the heights, of who you are inside.
March 1st 2014 Copyright
Rowan Blair Colver
A Poem by Rowan Blair Colver
If I could reach out into this air of illusion,
And gather the seeds of dark thinking inside,
Put them all neatly in a basket of seclusion,
Then in their place plant little specks of light,
It would feel so right,
It would remind me of why I am alive,
Sowing seeds into fields so bright,
Making meadow dreams, making real tonight.
If I could write a letter to the universe in you,
And ask kindly for my will to be ever done,
To implore for more than my own sovereign dues,
It would be written in honour of your inner child sun,
I would ask it to shine,
Remind you of why you are alive,
Spreading warmth inside your temple,
Illuminate the heights, of who you are inside.
March 1st 2014 Copyright
Rowan Blair Colver
