If Wishes Were Rainbows
If wishes were rainbowsLove plucked and enjoyed
As succulent grapes off the vine
And clear white sand is Nirvana
Then your pot of good will
Measured by years
Where nothing is taken for granted
Will be your multi colored hue treasure
Love enjoyed as the sweet grape
Fresh for the picking
Savored as the making
Of an aged merlot
White sand amid September sun
Shines as joy settles to contentment
Toes embedded in the crystals
As hearts attached to each other
Will togtherness
Such that Goodwill is a treasure trove
Where the grape is always sweet and rich
And Nirvana never ends
09/15/2008
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2021-08-07 at 22:22
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