The Wishing Well

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My wishes to a wishing well
Curtsey bows and shell
Images still vague in time
Places to choose which were mine
White quick to play
Black tries to hide
Grey comes to amuse
And lies come alive
I choose something
To pleasure and to plight
I admire it the most
Withering the sunrise
When ocean back waters
When winds takes its pride
I amused at the laugh
This flattered my own disguise
The curtains are red
The skies are blue
If I should run
I often be the new moon
I hope eclipse forget me
And full moon takes the play
To my dances in this well
I try pressing beyond life clay
Walking behind my path
Are the silver marks of first rain
When I hold the drop
Never falling in vain
I paused I saw
I wish I penciled
In the moments of seldom few
Wish this well
I wish to be me
I shall break all bonds in ages
All handcuffs to be free
Standing on the top
With the emerald meadows shine
Love in my heart
Is still very divine
Why I still see some pain?
Why entirety ends to the same?
If clouds are shattered
If the music is so fade
Why I still can hear?
The melodies of this angry mane
I wish to see clearly
I wish to strive
For long as I live
I be loved and be alive
Let me just fall
And let me then stand
I am here now
Here where I am meant
My wishes to a wishing well
Curtsey bows and shell
Images still undefined
Places to choose which were mine.
Places to choose which were mine.