My wish

My wish
For friends
of mine still here
And those I’ve known
Who left for places
Of mighty blue

I wish for you
A chair in the breeze
Of a temperate ocean
In midnight’s dream

I wish for you
The beat of the gentle drum
Of an oceans crashing
Foaming around ankles
Bruised, not beaten

I wish for you
Calm, times two
And sea-spray to
Wash tears away
Spent on the young

I wish for you
Silky cool sand
to bury the heat
of well-worn feet
Roughed of a days angry beat

And last, I wish
No time spent
Wasted on laments and regrets

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