Wishes

Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!

I'm tired of pacing the petty round of the ring of the thing I
know--
I want to stand on the daylight's edge and see where the sunsets
go.

I want to sail on a swallow's tail and peep through the sky's blue
glass.
I want to see if the dreams in me shall perish or come to pass.

I want to look through the moon's pale crook and gaze on the
moon-man's face.
I want to keep all the tears I weep and sail to some unknown
place.